Postscript 24/8/08: This thread has caused a stir a little bit. Even though I didn’t name names, those who circulate in the same crowd as me could easily guess who I was talking about. In order to maintain a peace in the real world, I decide to take this post down.
You can read it to a certain point but the important bits are deleted. Hope everybody understands.
“I‘m in love,” he said. “This girl is… something. She’s special.”
I nodded. Waited for more explanation.
“We had sex for 14 hours.”
Oh. O-k then. Good sex = in love.
Minutes later he and another bloke were in deep conversation. The topic? The best pair of breasts he has ever seen. Big is not only the criteria, apparently, although it is the most important one. Their eyes were wandering around the bar. To be precise, wandering from one pair of boobs to another.
I stirred my glass. I couldn’t explain how I felt. Partly I was amused they thought they could talk about this freely in front of me. Party I was annoyed by the lack of respect they showed to women in general.
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