When I was studying at school, I looked like a puffy puffy botanic, so should I say that the attention of classmates I was not worthy at all. Well, if I was just ignored, and often just trolled. “Let me write off” is the only situation where girls smile.
And then one day, when I was on the shift, I once again grumbled down the corridor, a cute girl from a parallel class passed by me. We didn’t know each other, but in eighth grade the whole school knew each other in the face. She walked without taking her eyes away from me, and was barely noticeably smiling, which gave her mystery and romance. At first, I didn’t understand anything, thinking that maybe I’ve got a fist, or a pimple on my nose jumped, or something else that you can stumble over.
Suddenly, at the next change, the situation repeated. I even went to the sorting room to look in the mirror, but I saw nothing unusual, except my boring face. “Strange,” I thought, “another change, again a gloomy look that accompanies me. “Your mother, and I look good,” I thought, and I also looked at her carefully and romantically. All day after school, I remembered what happened. I thought that maybe I was already unnoticedly grown up and stunned, or that maybe not for everyone I look like a botanist, or maybe she likes people like me. Per she has seen my romantic nature, subtle mental organization and other invisible simple mortal things that are so many in me that I just have nowhere to go.
I have to do something, I have to act. All the options I’ve come up with were so good that each ended in a turbulent relationship, walking the pen, kissing under the moon, and of course sex. But as a result, I chose one in which I just kept looking at her dark and in love until she approached me by herself and acknowledged her feelings. He loves it, let him prove it. The first one I approached was not Comilfo. Since I'm such a macho that girls fall in love with taboo - let it go!
The next day, right from the morning, I met her again at school. And I saw again how she looked at me dark and in love, slightly smiling at the corners of her lips. Following my plan yesterday, I began to look at her as closely and romantically as possible, while releasing all my pheromones into the surrounding atmosphere. Well, to provoke overflow of feelings with subsequent recognition in them. So, looking in the eyes, we passed by each other, and I started waiting for the next change to repeat it.
On the next shift, I specifically started crawling through the school corridors in search of her. Here is she! Going to meet me. I prepared my eyes. Well to watch. Pheromones, and that’s all. And here she comes closer, I give myself an internal command to “See” and... nothing. She passed by, just staring at me for a short while, completely uninterested. by VOCEFAK? ? to ? to What happened? Maybe not seen? Looking forward to the next change, here it is! Eyes, pheromones, iii... – nothing. passed by again. What is that, right? Are feromons not fresh?
I repeated the experiment several times over the course of the day. Sometimes he even ran down the stairs from the other side to meet her twice for one shift. and nothing. and no. by Che. Go to go. Has love passed? Can we do so? Well, be a human being, come and explain why we can’t be together anymore. Sorry at the end! But she did not come. She didn’t even look at me anymore. I ceased to exist for her.
When I got home, I was lying on my bed all day, looking up the ceiling. I wonder what women are cruel.
I learned the story the next day. The classmate told him that he wants to mess with one girl from a parallel class, and familiar girls have even expressed his sympathy to her. And since the surnames of our classmates differed only in the end (well, Petrov and Petrovko), I immediately realized that at some point the connection failed. And all the romance was not meant for me. Just the girl, her mother, thought it was me! And I am him! It is in principle (! ) There was a man to build his eyes.
They started dating ( not long), and I was all thinking about how hard it was to survive female betrayal.