Today watched a flirt-dating on the beach already quite not young people. Like in an American film of the 80s.

You know, with such teenage, ambiguous phrases.

There is a woman around 40 somewhere near me. 20 minutes later, a man approached her with his stomach pulled by force.

Hello girl, can I take a picture of you? You are the decoration of this beach. The man said, holding his stomach.

The woman looked at him with interest.

Wouldn’t you drop the horizon? A ha-ha-ha (unnatural laughter always paints the inconvenience of the situation)

I do not promise! I can... fall!

and ha ha ha.

and ha ha ha. The important thing is not to hurry. ... ha ha.

You are funny. and ha ha ha.

How did you say your name? I did not hear.

How clever you are. I did not name my name.

Let me guess. The Afrodite?

and ha ha ha. No is. and Oksana.

And I am Mika. Very pleasant. Going to swim?

And yes no. I cannot swim.

and Oksana. Let us go. I’m sure you won’t drown.

Oksana became serious at the moment.

Do I not drown? Why not drown? I am in yours. ...... Is it shit?

The woman silently stood up and left.

The man swallowed. Thirty other people who followed the dialogue were stunned.

P. S is

That’s it, the drama!