I'm In Love With A 60-Year-Old Spaniard

Based on a true story. I got over it though, thanks.

"So how was the concert?"

I'm in love with a 60-year-old Spaniard.

"You should have bought a monthly pass."

I'm in love with a 60-year-old Spaniard.

"This city is full of awful creeps, but do tell me more."

I'm in love with a 60-year-old Spaniard.

"A flutist, you say? Oh, saxophone. Oh, both - that's an awful lot of skill right there."

I'm in love with a 60-year-old Spaniard.

"I don't have a lot of stories about my parents I could tell."

I'm in love with a 60-year-old Spaniard.

"It's closed."

I'm in love with a 60-year-old Spaniard.

"Why did I not ask them to shut the f**k up? Well."

I'm in love with a 60-year-old Spaniard.

"Don't laugh, her reaction might have been genuine."

I'm in love with a 60-year-old Spaniard.

"You could've put the bedding in a bag."

I'm in love with a 60-year-old Spaniard.

"I'm not into sideburns, but to each their own."

I'm in love with a 60-year-old Spaniard.

"Why are the best flamenco musicians always foreigners?"

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I arrived nearly two hours late. She was sitting on a bench, indifferent to the trams passing by and the majestic bell tower blocking her view and slowly turning to dust every millisecond of her life. She didn't ask about the 60-year-old Spaniard I was in love with, scolding me instead for coming late, but how could I possibly explain that we were sitting in the middle of the row, and they kept playing on, and on, and on.