You hear about those women that date older men. I'm not talking like ten years, or even fifteen, in between them.
I'm talkin' Hugh Heffner style.
A couple came in the store today, and I realised that I've officially seen everything.
Seven feet tall if she's an inch, this blonde bombshell of a Ukrainian (or maybe Russian - I can't tell the difference) walks in, hanging on a sixty-five year old man.
Not even hanging, really. Draped. She's practically spooning this guy as they're walking around, looking at stuff.
Old Guy wasn't handsome - certainly no Harrison Ford or Sean Connery, and didn't appear to be that rich. But really, come on. He had to be, to score a woman that just oozed sex.
Seriously. Looking at her brought up the same slightly embarrassed blush that tends to follow getting caught looking at porn. She was sex.
Craziness. Too bad she didn't speak good enough English to get her to crack open Sugar Grandpa's wallet.
I need to learn Ukranian.
Oh my. What did the lady buy if anything?
ReplyDeleteNada. I couldn't get her to understand what we did. My hand signals need work.
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