Me a Dirty Old Man?

One of my gifts at my 50th birthday party, was a certificate from my lady friends in our boating group that proclaimed me to be "Master of the Dirty Old Man's Club".

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To say the least, I was very surprised when they gave me the certificate. I know, I know, I may have flirted with all of of them every so often, ogled them every chance I got and all the rest of the stuff they describe on the certificate, but that's besides the point. I still think the reputation was undeserved. Don't believe me? Just ask my date that night, Sally, what she thinks.
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