"I was manly, bold, I was free and I had long hair."

My wife got to know me, not the other way around. She literally stalked me. No matter where I went, she was already there. It was twelve years ago now. Back then, I was a die-hard motorcyclist, I only wore black sweatshirts, frayed jeans and biker boots, and I had long hair. Of course, I also had an outfit for special occasions. Then I wore a black sweatshirt, frayed jeans and white sneakers. Housework was an evil that I avoided whenever possible. But I liked myself and my life. So that's how she got to know me. "You're my dream man. You're so masculine, so daring and so free."

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