Sometimes I want to be a man. A bloke, like the one driving the truck in the lane next to me. One of those muscle and bone men, with dark stubble and fast growing hair. Greasy long hair that needs to be shampooed every day under the shower.
But that's not what I am.
I'm a 65 year old woman looking out of the window of a tourist bus driving through Paris.
Libellés : man shampoo tourist