After his divorce, he rented the apartment. I met a girl who later became my next wife. This is the first time (in the sense of dreams). Everything is beautiful. The Sanuzel of the removable one does not imply a romantic joint adoption of the soul after and the continuation of the romance in it.

But it was supposed that she would stay overnight...I lie in bed, relaxed...I wait...

She is out. Friendly something says to me, clothes instantly "like a soldier while the lighthouse is burning", knocks me in the forehead and leaves the apartment. I lost the gift of speech. It was great two minutes ago. No, really, I was a little hindered, but all her charges were instantaneous...

I go to the combined bathroom, not fresh clothes at the same time I think to throw into the washing machine... And here comes the illumination: the washing machine is full of washed linen. The owner of the apartment called in the morning, told him that his laundry machine was covered at home and asked if he could bring a laundry to wash, then take it and dry it at home. I was not against. I was sure he had checked it all. And he, tactical infection... did not take, wanted to come to me... As it turned out half a day later.

And my friend, deciding to throw her underwear / towel in the laundry machine, saw in it washed linen / clothes for citizens of different sexes. And I decided that I was “not quite honest that she was the only one.”



They understood. Everything went well. But I probably't be happy with the men's truffles at the "single girl" at home.