I took care of a girl in the universe. At the same time, another guy walked to her - a beautiful man in the car was more expensive than my apartment. But she constantly shaved him.

And she walked with me, let me know that she liked me, even passionate kisses. Finally, this girl is coming home to me. I think I will be lucky today. Set up for bed deeds, washed, shaved, changed clothes.

And here she came. It was about an hour of talking about nothing, I already started clinging to her, as suddenly her phone ringed. Of course, that was the major. He told her something there, and they directly agreed to meet with me tonight. I looked at her surprised, and she began to say to me, "Sorry, you're good, but I like him, I wanted him to compete, so I met you, bla bla bla." Well, I think everything is clear with you.

There was an uncomfortable silence and suddenly I asked, “Do you want tea?” I went to the kitchen to make tea, and my broken self-love dictated to my left ear, "Speed her laxative in tea." My mother is a pharmacist, so a home medicine box will be useful for all cases of life. When we drank tea, she was going home, preparing for the upcoming date. Already at the door she asked me again, “Without insults?” In response, he received an approval with his head.

I was hoping that in a couple of hours her stomach would get stuck and she would think about her attitude toward people sitting in the toilet. But I was more lucky. A couple of days later, probably, the whole universe heard the sad story of the guy about how during a passionate act of love, she crashed straight into the seat of his new car. It was the best day of my life.