She: I don’t like them either. Give me some wool socks ?
he: it's not romantic, better I'll learn to tie, and I'll tie them to you) - this is a real male act.
Yes, do a deed for me! ?
he: mda, I imagine a picture, a secret girl enters the server room, asks for a new pink mouse, smoothly swings her hips for persuasiveness, around stands with servetes, boxes of screws, boxes with old glands, and in the center of all this chaotic horror I sit and tie gray-rose socks... then I raise my red eyes on her and questioningly ask - No? Here’s where she’ll catch and catch...