Spring, girls blows the roof

Today a lot of running around the city, as the cars there, and if I was - did not go to, and crawling - the city is in a traffic jam. The girls changed their shape. Now they rule tights, skirts, high heels. I love heels - well, that are in vogue again. The result: the city was filled with the graceful gazelle herd of cows and sympathetic. Today I saw a food court on the Mothers and daughter. With my daughter everything is OK - nice angel of six. Mamashka somehow ambiguous stared at me - probably that I have stuck to the Bay:). When leaving, looked at her back: trousers loin, as it should when sitting, slid down and delineated on the sacrum Mercedes: three pitches - one, as expected, runs into the mezhdupopie. cool. Girls - it is not turned on. It makes you laugh.

However, the post is not about that.

I've got a friend. We met while working on a project. She was a manager, I'm a contractor. She was responsible for the execution of. I am for the creation of the project. We order fuck each other brains. But I really need to fuck. Otherwise, I 'm not doing anything. Or do, but slowly. In general, a project that was 9 months. , After joining the company was completed in 1 month. and still works without any problems.

The girl, no doubt, an interesting. Smart, slim as a reed, not blonde - there is something to talk about, ride a bike, an amateur photographer. But Svidanka we had just a - just a walk down the street.

she is dumb. There are girls - always looking for the catch. Tell her the truth - do not believe lie - do not believe the fuck are sending - do not believe.

In general I saw her last three or four years ago. Omuenno long. Since then, she had to resign from that office, where we met. So for the time we lost the connection ( for ICQ ). But she still found me. And away we go.

There are people - attractors - attract all sorts of personalities. I have never tried to be so. And it was not. Until about 22 years. But as soon as I began to change, people were pulled. And more and more. Are the results the charisma (there are very sensitive to hide ), or simply I am in CA ( audience ) - I do not care. Analyze the once and no reason. But the fact that for the last time, society's attitude towards me has changed - it is beyond doubt.

In general, she wrote me constantly. At first it was interesting, then dull, now does. In offline, it does not want. As she seeks the truth online. I laid her psycho on the shelves, and a couple of training sessions held - to no avail. Then I started to sew tightly. She was hurt, but returned. And so we tyanitolkay play for the second year. She wondered where it was me ( currently silent ) my problems, my life, my work. But as soon as I allude to at least a cup of tea - in the bushes.

So I switched to the method of sending. Just Hamli and send. But this is not sent. Or am I somehow not do it, or she has no core.

There is a theory of ' beaten dog '. If you give a man something he needed, you can do with it what you want, it still will not go away. He gets more than tolerate. For example, we all sit at a desk at school and not the fact that they like, but we sit - for bonuses (certificate, parents vyebut ) more.

she nourish. I have even applied for the output side - have not spoken, rude, swore, and sent. she returns. And, most strange, I do not understand that I am giving it to. I saw her twice in my life. I gave her gifts, I have not even touched it never. I do not understand that I can give her is that she continued to want to talk.

The most frequent question of ' why do you hang out with me? ' .

I can forgive a lot for people. But here's stupidity and weakness - there is no. If people can not stand up for their ideals and interests, then why should they themselves created and guided?.

When I was in high school, then went to the saying ' the less we are a woman, the more we lower it. ' It is vitally.

A couple of days ago called friend of Peter. I do not call it. I rarely call, and except for an Internet or communicate with customers a little - a classic introvert. She was just sad. I do not Perlo, so razgoovor into a short. Actually, I became ill. Where is my 20- year-old fluffy? . Terribly lacking in smiles blogspote. nightmare.