On Friday, in a club, chatting with my friends, an old man, fifty something, homely dressed, beige corduroy pants, checkered shirt, and a red pullover. Some hair loss and sadly, drunk.
With my broken Finnish, we had a conversation like this:
“How’s your evening?”
“Good, thank you. And yours.”
“……” – did not understand this part.
“Enjoy the evening.”
“My wife is a beautiful woman”
“Your wife must be the best woman on earth”
“No. She likes young guys”
“….”
“She is not here?”
“No. She likes man of twenty five, big and young.”
“Sorry to hear that”
“She likes men like you”
“….”
I had to leave.
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