Once I had a drama. No, even tragedy.
I waited for the visit of the girlfriend. Dark-haired knave, lover of extreme love entertainments. Bought wine and any fruit. Washed up floors. Replaced bed linen.
Call to a door. I rush, I open. Another is on the threshold. That is it she, the girlfriend, but her was changed. It was painted to blonde. I, of course, had such depressed look that the girlfriend asked: “It is not pleasant to you?” I honestly answered: “Is not present. Absolutely”.
Yes, I was not right, so it is impossible to speak to women. It was necessary to represent joy, to tell that the image gained special piquancy, played a new side, began to sparkle special light … But I was unable to hide wild disappointment: the predator turned into the sitting duck. Continue reading →