By what kind of twisted fate did that pair of electro-punk yellow-black rayban sunglasses end up on the old man's face?
Sorry sir, but you seem to be wearing some kind of rayban sunglasses. Do you mind if I laugh and write about it in my blog?
A detailed examination of the old man would leave us baffled. You wouldn't know he's very old until you actually see his face and hair, but if you start to examine him from his feet, nothing could have indicated that his nose would be supporting an object initially created for aviators and now perverted by fashion.
His black shoes and gray trousers would definitely have him settled in the "non-fashionable" category at first glance. His white shirt (with all buttons properly in place) and hands dangling on both sides would still make of him non-fashionable. Plain shirt, plain trousers, black shoes. Nothing good so far. A two to three day dirty beard, skin visibly wrinkled - and a rayban neatly settled on his nose. Yes. Rayban. And I'm talking about the kind of thing Michael Jackson wouldn't dare wearing five years ago. No, something is wrong.
The old man, tired of his dry attempts at luring younger women, decided to go for a change in dress-style. He sat on the bench at Vandermesch and "analyzed" the couples walking by. Most girls and women were going out with men who owned and exposed their rayban sunglasses. "Yes" he thought. "Those things are the modern signs of male power and accomplishment. I must buy a pair of those." He decided that he was right (after all, wisdom comes with age) and went to get the first pair of rayban sunglasses he came across. Although it didn't improve his cataract, he was now walking with a pair of rayban sunglasses.
Amazing! Women are now staring at me!
Yes, it was working. Because he was brought up in the old way, he decided to have at least 20 eye-contacts on different days with a woman before trying to talk to her. He didn't have much luck with Ginette, who seemed genuinely interested in him. Ginette, 1m74, always wearing heels and with curly black hair, after detailed inspection unfortunately turned out to be a post-op transsexual, formerly known as Gino. Disgusted, the old man changed spot (it broke his heart because he wouldn't see the 1m22 small-breasted cutie with whom he had accumulated five eye contacts) and moved to Flic-En-Flac.
Yes, there are cool people living in here.
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