Sunday, September 12, 2010

Wilf

This has been a long holiday weekend so last night we went to another party at an embassy family's home. It seemed like every ex-pat in Tunis was in attendance.

Including Wilf, the older German fellow with a spectacular mustache and a never-empty glass of beer who has been living here for the last 14 years. He had a gift for saying slightly inappropriate things to all the ladies. When I met him I had the confilicting desires to run away and to ask if we could be best friends. You know he probably has the best stories. I'd have to cover my ears for half of them but it might be worth it.

7 comments:

Valerie said...

This is actually how I imagine (dream) all ex-patriots are. What a treasure.

Stephanie said...

I HAVE to hear more about Wilf. He sounds like a hoot.

The Katzbox said...

I know some Wilf's....they are fodder for so many good stories, but the wince-factor is about 6.5...good luck with that.

Hugs.

Chris said...

And you didn't think you'd meet any eligible men in Tunis.

Rach said...

When I saw the title to this post, I thought Wilf stood for something naughty. But of course it's a German man's name. I love Germans! I hope there are many dinners including Wilf to provide you with entertainment.

colleeeen said...

WILF! WILF! WILF! More Wilf!

(I also thought it was something naughty.)

Cynde said...

I was wondering what this was...an acronym for something you do during ramadan or maybe for women visiting Tunis from America? But, of course, a dirty German man.