I asked a 62-year-old man what he’d done for love. He said, “I did my best.”
I asked a 22-year-old man what he’d done for love. He said, “Not much.”
Talking to men is like writing a Leonard Cohen poem.
I asked a 62-year-old man what he’d done for love. He said, “I did my best.”
I asked a 22-year-old man what he’d done for love. He said, “Not much.”
Talking to men is like writing a Leonard Cohen poem.