When I was young, I met a girl, and she offered to go for a walk to the bay in her car. Upon arrival, she got half a fried chicken grill, saying that we went to these restaurants with untaxable prices (we had somewhere 23 and cars we had rugged eight and nine), and let’s eat. After such a lunch and a walk, when we had already penetrated each other, she confidently showed me her gas pistol in her bag and said that if the chicken did not go, and I would be a maniac, then she was in principle ready.

Should I say that I fell in love with her. and :)