Flattered . . . or Offended?

Today, I had a great workout at the pool. Entering the pool at the same time as me was Paul (though I didn't know his name until later.) I've seen him there before, but haven't paid much attention. He chose the lane two over from me. Game on. You may remember an earlier post I did about how I motivate myself when swimming laps. I choose someone to "race," though they have no idea they are in a competition. Paul was probably ten years older than me, but he looked pretty athletic. I thought, "I can take this guy." So, we started swimming. I actually gained on him a little each lap. We were pretty even, but between you and me- I cleaned his clock. I was exhausted and sucking wind, but I pretty much creamed the guy. Paul swam for exactly one hour. I kept going for another half hour (but I take breaks and walk and work with water weights at times.) Paul got in the hot tub. He seemed to be hanging around. He got out of the hot tub and sat in a chair while I finished my workout. I had the distinct feeling he was waiting for me. Sure enough, as I got out of the pool he came over and said, "May I ask you a question?" "Sure." "I noticed as we swam that you have a good breast stroke. I'm guessing that you used to be pretty athletic?" I think he wanted me to say I used to be an Olympic swimmer or something. The "used to be" got to me. Let's face it, it's still getting to me. I guess I don't look very athletic these days. But I could tell he was impressed. He asked me my name, told me his and, as I left, said, "See you tomorrow." I'm sure he has high hopes, but no way, Paul. You're going down tomorrow (if you're there when I am), too . . and the next day, and the next. I've found my victim. Victory is sweet! I'm still a swimming fool. So what do you think, should I be flattered or offended?