"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.