Irfan - return to outremer
Copy of the copies of DCD, but these Irfan go down like a double whiskey.
It’s always the algorithm’s fault, the piadina with ham, the spritz, and today Camilla… too bad, I almost got her phone number.
Do I live in San Marino or Twin Peaks? Sometimes I even think I’m Laura Palmer.
You just need to go to the bar and show up, and things start happening… people come and go, always after a strong drink…
After the hairdresser and beautician, I decided to take a break from the diet.
There is no tool more necessary than a loving small dog to make an impression…
Camilla is a half-man, volleyball player, and soccer player, tall, 30 years old, I’d noticed her for a while. While I was drinking my spritz she sat down next to me and downed two whiskeys on the rocks at half past twelve, of course I instantly loved her. When she “felt” me, she ran off with another whiskey to go.
Am I the only one this resilient? Will I become one of those old foxes at the bar, half-tipsy, with smudged lipstick and panda eyes?
As long as we’re flirting, there is LIFE!