How To Become A Creepy Old Man
I’m sitting at a cafe, working on my laptop, as I do, and a beautiful woman sits nearby. I check her out, as I do. My guess is that she’s early twenties, maybe younger, though she doesn’t look quite as young as a teenager.
In other words, she seems old enough to be a legally consenting adult, but young enough to be the same age as a daughter of mine, if I had a daughter.