In a joke about loneliness, books as an example, not going out into society and sitting on the pope exactly.

And books, and lonely was, and not lonely too a lot of time - one ha. A single person, no matter who I know - gave myself a marathon (every meeting, even not necessarily nice - to try out for a meeting). For 2 days of the 64 encountered - 2 do not meet and send, 3 divorce for money, 43 married, 6 - as a zombie scare, scared, especially on the offer to help deliver bags (tapet, push the wheel or just a snack ice cream). One was generally delighted - called the police when I pulled a bouquet of flowers just like that, and went on. She cried – wait.

I went to the store and bought a cat sauce. A young saleswoman with a ring looks at me, grieving, lubricating the tonal cream with a bleach. My husband is beating? I am interested. Immediately in the grass. I sent away with sausages. He went, bought more white lilies, splashed on the shelf, and swallowed. I ran to the stop, "thank you", uncomfortable knocked in the cheek and licked myself. and returned. They complained to each other for their lives before dawn. The next day she resigned.

Now I’m upset by the very fact of experiments in terms of dating...