Yesterday on a friend’s birthday, the guests shared their stories of dating their wives. A bunch of options, from the banals studied together or served together (yes, in the Israeli army it happens:) to...
I’m a modest guy, I just can’t approach a girl like that. My friends told me to go to Tinder. I wrote to several girls and agreed to meet one of them. Only she is on the photo without a face, while the figure is a fire. And the photo with the face to send refused - like I am so beautiful you will immediately recognize me and if you do not recognize then you do not understand the beauty and all that. I was caught - her pictures on horses are beautiful, I think she is doing horse sports - well cool! Immediately offered to sit in the bar of a very expensive hotel - but you need to start with something. I dressed beautifully and went. I come, a girl is sitting behind the stand, in a dress on the floor, all of myself, I immediately came to her, greeted her, introduced myself and began to talk about horse sports - I was preparing, studied! Only she somehow responded reluctantly, but then seemed to get involved. We drank a cocktail and found a lot in common. And only half an hour later on my question about Tinder she made astonished eyes and looked at me as an unusual. Because in no Tinder she is lost, and she has not agreed to meet with anyone. And in the hotel, she lives as herself from the region by travelling to New York for work. The name just coincided.
As a result, the second child is now waiting :)