I’m pretty sure she was counting my wrinkles.
Either that, or I reminded her of her Grandfather.
I admit it….
I am feeling a bit tattered….
… well… OK, I hate to say it, but dammit—- OLD.
My buddy John noticed the girl staring, and mentioned it to me….
I laughed and told him that even if by some completely demented twist of reality she was interested in a geeze like me, that it was a moot point.
Young women are the same as anti-hermitian matrix-linear algebraic equations to me–
I don’t understand ’em,
and what’s more,
…. I couldn’t figure out how to derive a satisfactory solution with ’em even if I did.
The technology has changed so much, ya know?
Well, some of it, anyway.
And I hate that whole dirty old man trip…
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