One of the most shameful memories that emerge before I fall asleep is about my phenomenal “simplicity” and unthinkability.

5 course of the universe. The Companion. I happen to encounter in the hallway an ex-boyfriend of a former neighbor who practically lived with us in the room and we had a friendly relationship.

He was already released, but came to his friends and hanged in communion. We broke up a couple of duty phrases and here I am purely of politeness (hospade, I thought! ) I say, okay for now. If you want, you can come overnight.

And I went to myself, thinking that he would most likely stay somewhere all night and spend the night there, and I just showed kindness and care.

He stopped sleeping at 10 p.m. Nothing bothered me here. I think, fucking, I’d better not come, but okay. He is lying next to me instead of the next bed. I was a little stressed here. He puts his hand on my hip. I remove his hand from his hip. He puts her on his shoulder. I am cleaning.

In general, the guy quickly realized that I did not call him, turned away and fell asleep. I apologized for the rush in the morning. And I almost cracked my face from shame when it came to me that I invited the guy to stay overnight and... stay overnight.