Is this what's become of me?

So this is
What it's
Come down to,
I ask
A good friend
Of mine
As he jokes
But maybe not(?)
Perhaps the time
Has come now
For me to
reach out
To a friend
Long lost
Into the fog
Of time
And of her
Own social creation,
Maybe, he tells me
She is single
Possibly
Ready to mingle
She's nice,
He says,
You know she is!
Nay
I tell him
I know her
Far too well
And you are right
She is nice
But you can't be
With somebody
Who you know
So comfortably!
Oh right,
He says
By the way
She's become
A junkie
Of the gym,
And I go,
Got
Her
Number?
NO, not really
Not yet
But where things are
I might?