I met many men. I observed and listened to them in silence while with bloodshot eyes they bragged about their sexual adventures, beyond any comparison. The way they speak, even a porn star seems a newbie.
I heard them fighting with their partners or wives over the phone. They speak poisonous words while looking at their friends in search of approval, those enraptured friends who listen and incite them to carry on, to keep spitting venom. Not to mention that, once the phone call is over, the husband or partner of the unaware woman starts telling the picaresque parable of adventures outside the martial bed and saying that, if he had a little more courage, he would get rid of her and bury her six metres off the ground. Obviously under, ground. Continua a leggere