Last Saturday, as I was on a some sort of cardio torture device (next to a very attractive young woman) I saw a Coca-Cola ad on one of the TVs for a Coke float. I mentioned to the woman, “That’s why I come to the gym.” And in reality, food is probably the reason. Today while I was on the same machine, I was giving several the the people around me (all women by the way) the evil eye. Somehow, I smelled angel food cake and I thought that was the most devious and alluring perfume I could think of. Well, other people smelled it too. (Of course I asked them. I am afraid of being as nuts as my sister accuses me of being.)