Brady had been trying to impress Lizzie for weeks.
He bought tighter shirts.
Started using expensive cologne.
Even joined a gym… though mostly to take selfies in the mirror pretending he lifted weights.
One Friday night, Lizzie invited him over for dinner.
Brady nearly fainted.
When he arrived, Lizzie opened the door wearing a silk robe and a teasing smile.
“Wow…” Brady whispered. “You look unbelievable.”
Lizzie smirked.
“Relax, Brady. It’s just dinner.”
But Brady’s imagination had already packed its bags and moved to Vegas.
They sat down, opened a bottle of wine, and flirted nonstop. Every time Lizzie leaned forward, Brady forgot what he was saying.
At one point she asked,
“So… have those gym workouts paid off yet?”
Brady puffed out his chest immediately.
“Oh, absolutely,” he bragged. “I’m in the best shape of my life.”
Lizzie raised an eyebrow.
“Really?”
“Yep,” Brady said confidently. “Cardio, strength training… the whole package.”
Lizzie slowly stood up, walked behind him, and whispered in his ear:
“Good… because my bedroom is upstairs… and the elevator’s broken.”
Brady nearly choked on his wine.
Trying to sound cool, he loosened his collar and said,
“Lizzie… trust me… I can handle anything tonight.”
Lizzie grinned mischievously.
“Perfect,” she said.
“Then you can help me carry my new king-size mattress upstairs.”
Brady stared at her in silence.
“Wait… THAT’S what you meant?”
Lizzie burst out laughing.
And as Brady struggled to lift one corner of the mattress, sweating like a sprinkler, Lizzie took a sip of wine and delivered the final blow:
“Careful, gym boy… your personality weighs less than this mattress.”😂🤣
