I am a barman. There are two guys in our cafe. One - a high-impact bodybuilder, relief muscles, sunshine, fashionable haircut, beard - not to say that macho, but so, under the alpha male cuts - constantly clings the female and is rarely rejected. The second guy is lower in height, widespread in bones, with a light belly, with no noticeable appearance, except for the forever laughing eyes and the behavior of a joke-gayer, amicably slandering others in response to their comments about his appearance and laughing at himself. He is extremely polite with everyone and does not build a macho from himself.
One day, the second was sitting at the table with some sweet lady. She came first and tried to get to know him. Received an ordinary refusal – coffee in the mouth and a delicious slice, and then burned out:
Here is the shit!
The second said politely:
I would have paid more attention to the choice of words.
The first, the beast, takes the second for the chest and runs the whole hall:
What is? Will I be taught by a fat man with a mistake instead of a fucker?
The second, without any visible effort, pronounces a compressive capture with a spinning tone:
But I don’t get up on men.