I remembered the story that happened to me almost 13 years ago, in that blessed year, in which, as Dmitry Anatolyevich claimed, no one will be able to return.

It all started with the fact that I met a girl on the plane, more precisely she was with me. The talkative neighbor in the salon suddenly showed interest in my humble person. Neutral topics, such as discussing the weather delights of the destination country, flowed smoothly into an easy and unforced talk about everything in the world. After half an hour, we seemed to have known each other for a hundred years, my eternal tightness disappeared, there were no burdensome pauses in the conversation, I was humorous like a god. I’ve never felt such an inspiration before in my life and I thought I couldn’t afford to lose a soul mate forever. We exchanged contacts and broke up at the airport.

I never decided to call, eternal shyness took over me again. Nearly a month has passed, the euphoria from the vacation quickly passed away, the gray working days were sweeping. One evening after work, my mom and I crossed in the center to eat, talk and just walk around the city. Suddenly a phone call came out. "Again spammers, who else," I thought, lazily pulling out the phone. I looked at the screen and my heart almost jumped out of my chest: IT. I shake the answer button with my hands. “Hello, do you remember me? How to rest? Are you free now? Could we meet?” A little recovering from the shock, I appoint a meeting in two hours at the exit of the nearest subway. I promptly move to the meeting place, expecting to carry my mom to the turnikets, and myself stand to listen to street musicians, the good weather allows. And suddenly like the hell from a tobacco shop from somewhere on the side flies my acquaintance, much earlier than the agreed time (Then I already found out that she has an apartment right by the subway in several stations on the same line) Do nothing, decency obliges to introduce to my mother. Naively I thought that after the exchange of kindnesses, my mother would continue her journey. But it was not here. My new girlfriend tightly takes my mom into circulation and begins to tell in detail about our acquaintance, filling with compliments to my address. He immediately suggests going for a walk together, and then sit in the cafe and talk. I don’t know why, but my mom agreed. Per it was a lot of jealousy to put a mine under my possible relationships, or maybe I’m complicating too much, and my mother, by simplicity of mind, sincerely did not realize that I have my romantic interest, and the third here is clearly superfluous.  It is now, from the height of my years, I understand that nothing terrible happened, it was necessary to behave tolerantly and protectively, like a true gentleman. And then, because of my youth and inexperience, I was completely confused and horribly ashamed of my ridiculous position, I was ready to fail through the earth. On the backdrop of my mother’s charisma and charm, I was hurt and lost. They sat in the cafe for several hours, like long-time friends, and I only smiled and cheered.

It is necessary to say that the logical outcome of this stupid date was the sentence to a lifetime friend of a strict regime.