I was 15 years old. In the middle of May, I suddenly realized that I really liked a girl from a parallel class. And I like it so much that I’m ready to go to the v-bank and invite her to the movie. Maybe the awakened hormones gave courage. Per the root of common sense suggested that even if she refuses, it is still better than walking around her and breathing. I do not know.

There was only one problem. I had no money. Asking for help from parents was uncomfortable. There would be all sorts of questions and these parental conversations: “Oh, look, our boy is already quite an adult.” Fortunately, my uncle was visiting.

My uncle was almost forty years old. My grandmother was seriously concerned about him. She couldn’t understand why he wasn’t married yet. It seems like such a guy is good, and women for some reason do not stay with him. He strongly suspected that he had been struck.

In general, having a convenient moment, I approached my uncle and explained his situation in half a voice. My father accepted my words with understanding.

“Well,” he said, digging in his pockets. Taking a girl to the movie is a good thing. It is time for you. I will help you like a man. I will not tell my parents, don’t worry. Here keep it. With these words, he placed a dirty note in my hand. I estimated the amount. It was enough for one ticket to the movie.

Oh... I’ve moved. One ticket is enough.

Well? My uncle looked at me.

I’m going to go with a girl...

A. So what then? Let him pay for himself.

So I understood why my uncle is not married.