Last year I told him I thought I was overweight.  I said I wanted to lose weight.  He said — and these were his exact words — “What is your ideal weight?”  He had what I thought was a sheepish look on his face when he said the phrase “What is your ideal . . .”

Call me paranoid but I thought,  “That tells me what I was dying to know.  Somebody is talking to him.” Then, later, when other events transpired, I thought, “This is all a charade.”  I thought, “This is worthwhile pursuing.”

You don’t know what I am talking about.  Nobody knows.