I recently visited my good Danish friends in Copenhagen as I do once or twice a year when chances permit. As per our tradition, before going out and losing a bit of humanity on the town, we salivate over a shared tray of Stegt flaesk (dudes, should we really be eating fried bacon at our age?) and exchange stories of our lives that extend beyond social media.
I was delighted to hear that one of them has finally found a nice girlfriend whom I later met. She turns out to be a bit younger than us, around eight or nine years. All fine and dandy, I said.
Then he said: "We're happy. It's easier dating a younger girl." I stopped eating, fork in the middle of the air, and looked up at him before I said: "You did NOT just say that to my face."