So Saturday morning at the very butt crack of dawn I met Robert at the gym. Robert is young, eager and has an afro....more curls than muscles if that is possible. He also calls me Mrs. *^$%#@*. Nothing cements reaching middle age like a fitness trainer who calls you by your proper married name. It's been forever since I've been called that, nice ring...I like it.So I get there, and several things of importance happened or didn't happen:- I managed to get there on time, he was late (unusual for me)- I didn't throw attitude but meekly followed him to the weights. Seems he and Dave had talked about...