What is it about me that makes me a magnet for old bachelors? The other day I was quietly reading in the park when an old man came up to tell me I was "guapa". Many times. He was 74, and I know this because he told me. He plonked himself down next to me and we talked for ages. Correction. He talked for ages. I told him I was just learning Spanish, but it didn't stop him nor did it slow him down.
He just happened to have some photos of himself from when he was young - 15 and 23. He told me about how he'd lived in many parts of Spain and how he was a real ladies' man, he was guapo! And then, don't miss this, while he'd never married, he'd had six women in his bed! Interesting. That's when I said: "Tengo que ir ahora." (I have to go now.)
Oh well, at least he didn't go in for the kiss like my old mate in Turkey! Thank goodness for small blessings, huh?
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