A long time ago, when Pu was not yet down, but was just beginning his way to fame, I had a relationship with one girl (Masha).

I still rented the apartment then, and the girl already had her own. Purchased by parents. But the girl herself did not sit with her parents on the neck, had a very prestigious job and a good salary at the time.

My job was simpler, but the salary is quite comparable, even a little more. Part of it went to pay the rent. And, in addition, my mother was still alive at the time, but she was already bad and I paid for medicines and a nurse.  However, for life and moderate entertainment was enough.

Masha offered to move to her, her apartment compared to my, rented, was, of course, cooler. I did not move, but I moved a small portion of my stuff.

We lived a few months, had time to come to Peter, Yaroslavl. And I paid for these trips entirely myself, and I also paid for restaurants, movies, excursions and other entertainment. Plus the gifts. I have not been given anything in all this time.)

Masha introduced me to her parents, the impression they made was double: on the one hand - people are very interesting, intelligent, on the other - too pathetic and flattered.

But my negative I left with me and hoped that the impression left no bad. As it turned out, in vain.

I was then the manager of the project, and one day for the project, the client asked us money (we paid a small fix and interest on the project). However, the management swore (and kept the promise) to repay the debt within a maximum of 2 weeks. But at that moment I had, taking into account all my expenses, a small cash gap.

Okay, I think I’ll borrow from Masha, 5 thousand. I have enough for a couple of weeks. The amount at the time was quite solid, but not fatal, the girl's wage was 5 times higher. I sent her a SMS with a request. In a few minutes she called back. I learned a lot of new things about myself.

She was waiting for me to show myself. And I waited. That I flattered a few months, and now I will start to pull money out of it. As for alphons like me, she was warned by her mom and dad. My friends warned. And that fucking me, not her apartment. In general, I would need to gather clothes and drop them at sunset. 

My attempts to explain were ignored. Ok to Ok. I asked early from work, came, I had the keys, quickly picked up everything, left the keys to the neighbors and dropped it as required. The state of affairs was the worst. And in the evening also the SMS from her came: dropped and well, a cowardly bastard, do not want to see, do not hear, arrivederchi.

Less than that, from a few of my friends-friends went calls - what, say, you shocked? It turns out, Masha, by known to her contacts, dissipated her suspicions. True, people who knew me didn’t believe in my career as a beginner Alfonso. But it must have remained (as with the leaves).

I did not take any response - problems were enough: work, mother, etc. About Masha tried to forget, it was bad, the resentment did not want to go anywhere.

It’s been about two months, and suddenly a call from her: We need to meet. I replied that you need it, and I didn’t, I don’t need a new portion of shit. He pushed back and did not answer other calls.  In the evening I come to my rental apartment, sitting on the bench at the entrance. I think I’ll be accused of something else now.

Anne is not. It turns out that it is all the fault of Dad and Mom. For a few months they poured her on the ears, that once I pay for everything, it is extremely suspicious, soon it will end and I will start kneeling the money. Then I ask you to write in the apartment. Later, I will try to remove it. And in general, I showed little admiration and respect for Dad and Mom and their achievements. I don’t like opera and ballet. I have a bad taste, because every cultural person should love them. Moreover, I do not like symphonic music. and etc. and etc.

But now she understood that,, I was not going to either take out the apartment or spit out the money (“maybe” – I was very “enjoyed”). And she brought me 10 thousand, here, take it, if necessary, and let’s try to start again.

I refused to start, advised to listen less to parents and trust myself more. Next time with another friend. In response, Masha stated that in her feelings, I am Alphonse. possibly. In fact, it was Alphonse. After that, it only remained to go to myself, ignoring attempts to enter after me into the apartment. Standing in front of the door for 30 minutes, Masha eventually fell down. Two hours later, the SMS came: You are still Alphonse. Without the “possible”

This is how my Alphonse career began and ended. I spent my money, I didn’t have time to spell out anything, and I didn’t even pull out the apartment. I am a bad careerist.