We meet again

Oh, it's you. You finally found me. As you can see, I've been making the most of my life since that stupid wish of yours turned me into your wet dream. You should have wiped my mind, though, because there was no way I was going to even consider letting you touch me. Instead, I met Alan. He's rich and generous and he owns this whole lake.  And he's eighty-seven years old and has made me his sole beneficiary. So, um, thanks for the wish. I'm still not interested in you, but there are plenty of lonely old rich guys still out there.