Not everyone has a second half. Someone consciously goes to loneliness, choosing comfort. Someone has been searching for a long time. I am option 2. Since the moment I started living alone I constantly go on all sorts of dates, I sit on dating sites. Do not think that the pervert is what. I just feel more comfortable. Not everyone has the courage to approach a girl on the street. The girls came on different dates. Mostly adequate and pretty sympathetic. There were no more than one or two dates. There were interesting interlocutors. The wildest case is associated with a representative of the so-called body positive women’s community.
The correspondence initially strained me a little, because the girl did not have a photo in the questionnaire. But attracted her confidence in correspondence, and then by phone. The date and place of the meeting were set and I began to prepare.
Let’s go right away to avoid the questions “What didn’t you run away right away when you saw her?” “” This is so. I always come early and wait for a girl. Running away is not very polite.
A little late, my white-skinned, snow-sweetened little girl stumbled into the cafe, turning her head in search of me. Seeing the victim, the girl with shortness of breath landed on the couch, barely fit in the narrow gap between the table and the couch. I normally treat people with excess weight. I have had dates with full girls before. Many were very cute and fun, though with a bunch of complexes. There was another case here.
Stretching her hand, the girl presented herself:
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The evening promised to be interesting. I had come to mind for a long time from her small sizes and sincere shit. After all, in the questionnaire, the girl indicated that the figure was “normal/standard”.
During the conversation, the girl said with special pride that she adheres to the ideas of the body-positive. And it also turned out that she has extensive knowledge in the fields of medicine, biology, geometry, psychology, etc. So, for example, I learned that:
A woman a priori should have a sufficient layer of fat to heat the child in the cold (this type of nature so willed);
Bone girls are not able to give birth to a healthy child, because there is something there again nature and genetics;
Fat is a more useful source of energy. The type is even a diet, the correctness of which has been proven in some Harvard there;
It has long been said that men preferred fat women. This is even attested by statues of antiquity and paintings of the era there something. And the type of sculptors and artists specifically depicted women slightly less fat in favor of perverse - kings. This is also typically proven by experts in some of the Louvre.
Here is. And all this is very certain and with reference to some supposedly existing sources.
At the same time, on the question about the correct proportions of the actual man was given an affirmative answer "Strong, stretched, athletic. Not on asteroids. They do not have letters. Sports and housing.” Not me at all. =) is
At my glance, she quickly wondered why:
"Nature is so arranged that the male predator and the whole sacrifice is carried into the cave to the female and the young, and he himself extracted food separately. All the stories about what the leader ate first are patriarchal tales.
Ancient statues confirm that the best men were Apollo-like. Only the letters were specially shortened so as not to be distracted from the statue.
And again nature. Look at a pair of fat man and body-positive woman (just so she said). They do not match proportions. Type nature also has geometric bases and only "big and small" will coincide (well you understand who is big and who is small, right? ) is
That evening I was practically silent listening to an interesting lecture from my interlocutor. In fact, it was more like an excuse for one’s own weakness, inability to fight with one’s illnesses, etc.
Per in 2018 the dates are over. =) is
People can understand why they are in favor of raising the retirement age.
There was a heavy pressure at the station yesterday morning. A dense flow of people slowly advanced towards the stairs from the platform. By the edge of the eye I notice that on the side of this stream a woman with a wheelchair is trying to adjust, by her location it is clear that the elevator is broken from the platform. In the dam, it is not noticed, and it is not let into the stream. I’m preparing to add it to myself when I add it. Then I see some idiot with a red rod, who is trying to descend against the stream on the platform, rushing at the young man, something in the spirit of "what shit you are here on my way." The guy humbly waits for the redheaded idiot to be released, and he will bypass him. This red fool doesn’t know that the guy is disabled. And I know how I know about half of this herd, because I see them every morning.
My aunt with the wheelchair helped me. The disabled suffered, before him there were 5 parsecs through the crowd, I could not help him. But I remembered this.
I have been standing for a long time at a crossroads with circular traffic. I have been there for a long time and unsuccessfully. In the flow of cars, in the window that appears, you have to quickly climb in to jump through. And I can't - a crossroads on the road, and I have a large child seat with a child in the back. In any case, I will not quickly break into the hill. I am confused and wondering what to do. And suddenly a man goes out on the ring, slowly and carefully brakes all the flow on the road, stops - and shows me with gestures: "Come through, my mother."
There is such a "Pass it on" movement, such as "Transmit to another"... the essence is that by doing a good deed, you start a whole series of actions. You smiled at someone, he smiled at someone else, and so on. Likewise with good deeds, small, everyday. Here, when I see a woman with a wheelchair, I pass on the good deed of that man at the crossroads with circular movement.
I was at the parental meeting. You have patriotism three, and the Word of God has abandoned at all! Did you want to go to Baumanka after ninth grade?