Flattering

So ended up in my usual place tonight. Well, it's Friday (at least it was) and when you're young and beautiful you cannot sit at home, right? Hmmm, guess a few comments are coming right up.

Anyway, when this youngster who approached me heard that I am Scandinavian he was all over me. Big grin on his wrinkle-free face :)...ah, wow, Scandinavia he kept on repeating. And then he proceeded to me tell me how much he like it there, the beautiful women and how well everything is organized. I believe he had spent one (say one!) holiday there.

But he had a big large redeeming quality. He thought I was 32! And apparently it was a big thing that I guessed his age to be 21, when he in fact was 23! According to him the turning point was when he was 22, then age didn't matter anymore. What a cute puppy :)

PS. I politely declined to go for a drink with him and his buddy...even I have limits. Apparently :)