So I was riding the night tram back home, and these two kids—they were 19, 20—ask me how old I am. And I told them that it was very rude to ask a woman her age. And then one guessed 26—26!—and the other guessed 20. One told me it was his birthday. Then they guessed that I'm American—my good German accent, ja?—and asked where my boyfriend was. And I sort of laughed and they said, "There is no boyfriend, is there?" And—
Do not worry! Maybe you can find one here!