Misha in search of love - armored train with chamomile on the lighthouse. Two years ago he grabbed a girl in a club, brought home, and she told him: "Well, what sex, don't ruin the romantic moment. We just met, it’s uncomfortable. Let’s talk." We drank tea and she stood on a taxi. I forgot to leave the number.
He was looking for her for a month. He told me how nice and special she was. Advertisements hanged on the houses, all contact interrupted. Every Friday in the club.
xxx: Then the sms came "Monthly I started then, maniac". Whether it is this or of our who regretted history is silent, re-call our romantic did not become.