A pair of hearrings (purchased from an otolaryngologist in Antibes)

To make this clear, and probably I am not the first person in the world to address you this way, you're just a little kid. Alright, you are not a kid nor young, but come on you do understand what I am talking about here. But, if you don't, well that means that you really want to hear about it, so find out the truth and the truth is, ok, the truth is, that even if I am five years older and you are five years younger and that's probably a pleonasm and also a proof of why mathematics are so useful, because it would not make any sense if I was saying for instance, "ok, I am five years older than you, but you are four years younger than me", that's absurd, but anyway, all I am trying to say and for obvious reasons I'm procrastinating, is that if you believe me or not, from the very first moment I saw you, I was utterly charmed by you. I remember every little detail of you. And as I recall these details, I get extremely happy, yes, yes, try to believe me, I know that in general I give this impression of this unimpressed, blasé guy, but I really paid really good attention to you Melina. Let me stand for a moment and recall you again. I will be accurate, you'll see. You were dressed with a wavy, colourful short skirt and a short top as well, leaving your navel uncovered. You're wearing sandals (that was easy). You were lipstick-free, your long dark hair was flowing down your back, your necklace was long too and discreetly impressive and it was feverish caressing your breast like a anxious lover and around your arms, you had two hand-made by your uncle made bronze bracelets, one in each arm. And as you were spilling all over me lascivious words and seductive promises, I couldn't help notice that, first of all, Melina, you are nothing more than a grown-up nymphet, a nineteen years old Lolita, and second and even more essential, you had no earrings. And that's a felicitous coincidence. Let me give you the earrings I bought spontaneously in a bazaar in Antibes, destined to be gifted to a woman who'd deserve them.
You deserve them.