Between 18 and 22, a woman is like Africa , half discovered, half wild, naturally beautiful with fertile soil.
Between 23 and 30, a woman is like America, well developed and open to trade, especially for someone with cash.
Between 31 and 35, a woman is like India, very hot, relaxed and convinced of her own beauty.
Between 36 and 40, a woman is like France , gently aging; but still warm and a desirable place to visit.
Between 41 and 50, a woman is like Great Britain, with a glorious and all conquering past.
Between 51 and 60, a woman is like Yugoslavia , lost some wars, won some great battles but haunted by past mistakes, still very strong and proud.
Between 61 and 70, a woman is like Russia , very wide and borders are now largely un-patrolled.
After 70, she becomes Tibet. Off the beaten path, with a mysterious past and the wisdom of the ages… still desirable but only those with an adventurous spirit and a thirst for knowledge and true love dare visit there.
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Kanske lite för erotiskt men jag tycker dessa liknelser visualiserar något som man inte borde kunna kombinera…
Så hittar du en billig flygresa 
Underbart skrivet, vackert fast ganska rakt på liksom.
Jag känner mig mer som Nordpolen när min man närmar sig mig efter en kväll med sin vänner. Blääää!
Män tänker ibland mer med lilla huvudet.
Jaja jag är väl som UK då :)fast jag känner mig som Frankrike 🙂
Anyway alltid bra att ha en Earl här hemma! 🙂
Ser fram emot att bli Tibet då min man är helt körd. 😦