In order to set up a personal life and due to the high workload and lack of time for dating, I periodically try to try my happiness on the Internet. Tinder, Badu and so on. Many girls when communicating write that the men went not those, normal man in the day with fire not to find... Therefore, in order to be observed justice I will tell a few stories about my acquaintances with ladies. Peter and Moscow (lived in Peter, three years ago moved to the capital).
1st Even 12 years ago, when there was no VKontakte, many were sitting on the dating site Mamba. And I am no exception. I met the girl, they agreed to meet on top of the escalator of the Senna metro. I arrived early, I think I’ll go out to smoke. As usual, the music plays in the headphones, just released the track "Roma, sorry" of the Zverey group. I stand, I smoke... a call. I pull out one headphone, in the "I came." I say I smoke on the street, I say, go out. And the second headphone remained in my ear along with that song. And here it fits me with the words “Hello.” I have never seen this again in my life. Not the face, but the grid... In the piercing literally everything – eyebrows, nose, ears, lips, even cheeks... In short alles... Thank God I had no magnet with me, otherwise be trouble 😂 And that I, gently speaking in shock, and think what to say in response. Because of my intelligence, I cannot send it immediately, but I can go with it anywhere with zero desires. Standing I mean picking up what and how to say more gently, as I hear in the headphone the following words "Hey, friend, what about the face? Call me, for the time being. “” I swear at that moment. I didn’t even listen to the text and meaning of the song before, and it’s magic. I was shocked and repeated word by word, only out loud... I understood that this was a fiasco, brother, there is no way back and all my education went to the dust. There was nothing but to turn around and leave.
Morality: warn about the differences between photos and reality, such changes can be shocking.
2nd I met a girl with a two-year-old child, from Khabarovsk. I’m not afraid of children, I don’t think there are other children. The first day we met, we walked, as if everything was okay. The next day we went for a walk again. And then the girl says that her mother asked her to take a photo of my passport and send it to her. I think, well, the mother probably worries who the daughter met there, the parents are holy. I get my passport, I open it, send it. In response, “No, I don’t need this page, but where the license is. Mom wants to make sure you have your own apartment.” The curtain refused. And further more. I go for a walk, a phone call, a childhood friend calls. He said, “If this prostitute calls you again, I’ll call her. And in general, to remove all the babies from the phone right now.” Naturally, I send, here the lady falls to the ground and begins to really ride on the ground, beating in hysteria with screams "I will not give you to any babies." There was just shortage of foam on my lips. I try to calm down, so I need to take her and the child back home. I calmly say, "Don't behave like that, your son is looking at you, you will ruin his psyche." In response, "Well, once you are so important to my son, then deprive me of parental rights and take it away from you"...To say that I have broken up is not to say anything...
Morality: If the head is trouble, adequacy is zero - live in the forest.
Three Literally a day ago I met a girl, seemed to have a good conversation, agreed to meet. The weather was good and we decided to go for a walk in the park. We met, walked and talked. Apparently all well. They split up and there comes a message about such content "If you want me to be with you, then this is what you need to change: the way you communicate, go to the dentist (he was last week and everything is fine, I follow myself. Where she was there caries with the naked eye I did not know), pump, quit smoking, buy a car (here you have to make a snot, that I always say at the first meeting that I don’t have it, so that I am interesting, not my car), that I have a terrible unfashionable and unstylish T-shirt (and this is Ed Hardy, who knows will understand) and she doesn’t like my “cheap style”, the bouquets of flowers she wants to take more (11 roses she is not worthy) and something else on the list, I don’t remember. But she will be ready to go to my meeting and give me the opportunity to correct all the flaws 😂 on the question "What if I didn't like it?" Answer "I am 30, no time to choose, I want a family and children" 😂
Morality: There is always a choice, if there is no mutual sympathy - there is no point in continuing communication.