He couldn’t believe it. That was of the utmost ludicrous situation that no one would have ever believed, were he to magically find a way back to his own time period. Or at least, it looked like something from far off into the unknown years that were to come from his now obsolete perspective of reality.

He did a mental exercise to better understand his current situation. He had just gotten of the carriage and was walking towards his good acquaintance’s mansion, for the ball he was invited to attend. At merely few steps away from the entrance, a quaint piece of colorful paper caught his vision, right next to his foot.

Motivated by an inscrutable curiosity that was never ever present in his thoughts, he bent down and picked the small piece of paper. As soon as he looked up, a big, round white man, bald, with black pajamas (for surely, one could only use this attire for his own private chambers) was intently looking at him, with a disdainful look in his eyes.

“You gonna go in or what, Mr. Renaissance?”

Mystified, he had asked the big man if he by any chance would know, please, where was he and where could he go to attend the ball he had intended to go. The man didn’t understand anything and he painstakingly then explained that the ball was a place where good music could be heard, people chatted nonchalantly and usually men and women would pair up for dances. He then said that the club is in there, pointing to the door next to him. Unsure of how to proceed, he decided to meekly consent with the white man’s decision and he found himself in a dark place with really loud noises and a inexorable sort of thunderstorm, with big clouds surrounding the place and big thunders appearing, but no rain whatsoever. He noticed an enormous amount of amazingly beautiful women barely clad even for a good-night sleep. They were all in a sort of trance with the really loud noise that was hurting his head.

“Hey! Look fellas, watch out, this guy is in the wrong century!”

Some odd looking men approached him, saying things that didn’t make even the slightest sense. They noticed his gaze upon the nearly bare young women and said that he should not be afraid and try his luck, whatever was his deal with his costume and stuff. They gave him a queer small bottle that had – who would have thought – beer and thrust him in front of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Suddenly, there was no noise, no thunderstorms nor people in strange trances. There was only her. She sheepishly looked at him, with a surprised glow in her eyes. Smiling, she approached him and said:

“Hey.”

Suddenly he realized he had found true love. That was the girl he wanted to marry and live with for the rest of his life, even with the particularities he didn’t understand about his surroundings. Mesmerized and deeply affected, he struggled to compose himself, while she patiently waited, chucking for his nervousness – she was perfect! – and after a few nervous moments, he decided to say just the naked truth.

“Forgive me madam, for I must inquire if you could be persuaded to listen to only one observation of mine. Although these circumstances in which we meet are barely tolerable, I dare say, for such a comment, of which I must also assure you this is no trifle of some sort, I observed you most carefully and I have come to realize you are the most pulchritudinous woman I have ever met in my life.”

What followed was a really hard slap on his left cheek. Really upset, she walked away as he kept standing there bewildered for such a reaction would be possible after such a meaningful comment. He then gulped down his beer and gave up any understanding of what really was happening.