I have a companion who has been subjected to a strong educational influence from his parents throughout his life. Since childhood, he has been on a short leash and under sensitive supervision, hence hyperresponsibility, light infantilism and consequently problems with the opposite sex.



With the girls, a friend builds a relationship strictly remotely, sitting on a chair, with tea in his hands and a plate of pasta. In general, a real guru of dating sites.



Once, everything went so far that the lady agreed to a date.

Naturally, I was terribly curious about how they went, and the next day, after that date, I couldn’t stand and called.



To my surprise, he started his story without interest.

We met at the other end of the city. We go, we talk, we laugh. The weather is good, warm. She is a nice and kind girl, I wasn’t even ashamed. It was 20 minutes and my phone ringed.



The father almost screams at the phone: “Come home quickly! »

I naturally break up. I tell the girl that something happened and I need to go urgently. I say goodbye, I catch a taxi and go home, praying all gods that “nothing terrible.” Without waiting for the elevator, I run to the ninth floor, open the door and see my father. He has a trash bag in his hand. He tells me, “Why don’t you throw away your rubbish? »