Impossible not to compare. Her against me. But I have grown older perhaps. I do not bristle with my lack of charm. I will not change myself in the spirit of competition. Perhaps her lips were smoother. Her clothes ironed. Her skin soft, or more compliant. Perhaps she made the right noises and I did not. No matter. I had my climaxes and I enjoyed them and it is a thing of the past. We will not compete over who was more so. It is unimportant now anyway.