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So, I will sum up the temporary result. What information did we have about each other in order to be able to resume contact in St. Petersburg?
1. He did not have my phone, he only knew my name.
2. I did not have any information about him, in addition to his age. For all the time of our acquaintance I was so worried about his body that I did not even bother to ask what his name was. Of course, I did not have a telephone either.
3. In a word, wood-grouse or “to the village to the grandfather”.
Of course, I could not count on the fact that he grabbed and would look for some ("who had" his ") girl all over Peter, knowing only her name. For a man of his position, this would simply be “inadequate.”
For my part, I could not step over my principle “You want this - you have to get it”. It remained only to act. Hell, I had never been so full of determination towards any guy I was interested in before, I would never have done all the things described below with peers of my age range, and 32-year-old, and what kind! the man was more than worthy of my enthusiasm, given that He was my first and only experience of communicating with people of his age "at that level." Only with an adult man I manage this delightful feeling - to feel like a child, and to give vent to all my playful nature, with the rest, as with children, you always have to be an “adult”, because otherwise you would just have to be a fool. I don’t smell like gerontophilia here, for some reason I absolutely don’t like men after 38. Although I’m afraid of this thought, I think that when I’m in my 30s, I’ll like exceptionally young guys from 20.
In short, the operation was thought out to the smallest detail. Several possible options for sabotage were developed in detail.
First of all, in Nete, I dug out a five-digit phone of that boarding house. Knowing that visitors in Anapa are not favored, contemptuously calling “kurobzdey”, it was necessary, nevertheless, somehow, to get into trust, and at the same time to put pressure on a sense of responsibility. Calling there, saying that I was calling from St. Petersburg and presenting myself, of course, not with my name and patronymic, I told the manager in an adult voice about how my family and I were sunbathing on the beach and found a wallet with money at the place where our neighbors from boarding house. Since we left the same day and did not have time to find them, we did not dare ask the strangers to transfer the money, my family and I decided to transfer the money to St. Petersburg, and we need their contact phone number, otherwise they will think that money was stolen from them in a boarding house, because you don’t need any extra problems. After I described their family, and said that they lived in room 35, it began, as expected, the most pleasant. Aunt immediately called some other aunts, he!
and all began to rummage through magazines and reports, and all vied with me gave me all 200% of the information that I had. As a result, I already knew his full name, place of work, where he was given a ticket, his home! A phone!, And even a nationality and a bunch of all sorts of details, due to the fact that many have already managed to put an eye on him there ... Thank you aunt, you are lovely! (galoshes are old ...)
But this is still not a victory. The main problem was that I did not know his name, and what I was told on the phone might well have been erroneous information, because after I was called his nationality, I seriously doubted the accuracy of my information.According to the description, my fair-haired God turned out to be some kind of either a metis or a mulatto, and did not at all resemble the one I remember: In any case, I could not call him and talk on the phone for many reasons:
The tube was always removed by a woman.
Calling him to the phone would be just a setup.
Even if a male voice from my pitch called him to the telephone, I didn’t want to shock him with my intrusiveness. The peculiarity of his type of people - fear of publicity, I also needed to ensure that he was comfortable with me, to make me feel like a king, that all power is in his hands, that I don’t know anything about him - this always gives men confidence. Reliable way to scare away a self-respecting man - to make it clear that you know much more about him than he thinks, to get into his privacy, in most cases it helps to get rid of annoying assaults.
And if this is not his apartment at all and I was given the wrong information?
Uh no. It is necessary to process everything cleanly and without a snail trace.
To find out the address and other information on the phone number was - - how to figure. Further, through my channels I learned all the insignificant details of his biography, just in case. Again, just in case, I took out a few phones of one of the largest companies in St. Petersburg, where he was in the position of some kind of supervisor - a middle manager. True, when I tried to process the local laying hens, I failed, trying to get the information about the presence and location of the subject. Ah, well done, partisans!
The next step was to make sure that he existed in that apartment, but having made sure that he was taking his usual working route and arranging for him a “random” meeting somewhere near his place of work, since we literally lived at different ends of the city. When meeting, he said something with surprise, like: “Ha-ha, this is probably fate ...”: Or just to get a job in the same company, “accidentally” hitting his department, but this meant full employment and hard schedule, and I successfully chose the first option.
The most exciting point of my plan, of course, was spying. We were planning a weekend, so it was silly to sit at 6.30 in the morning in ambush in front of his house, and wait until he came to work. And for me every day was worth its weight in gold, the delay of death is like. My weakest feature has always been an absolute lack of patience.
Of course, it was decided to act on the same day. The basic plan was to wait for the dark and follow the windows to see it there and verify the correctness of the information provided by climbing onto the roof of the opposite house (if there is one), using a teaser from which I often amused myself in childhood, covering myself with a blanket and watching the apartments from home opposite.
Knowing him, I perfectly reflected that if I caught him, everything was lost. (Although, in the extreme case, if I got caught (which was 99% excluded), there was a plan to tell him everything on the spot, as is, what kind of man would resist such attention to his person, but then further relations will get some drawbacks).
In general, it was necessary to take all possible precautions: Clothing: Remembering a movie where Kim Baysinger robbed a bank in everything black, comfortable and tight, I decided to follow her example. Although my operation was more like a "Jumble" than a detective or something there. In general, I wore everything black and tight to be inconspicuous at night: sweater, shoes, bag, jeans (which I wear for special occasions, mostly when I want, but I can't, because they have a remarkable ability to exert a slight pressure on the clitoris. And what was left for me in my situation ...), black glasses, as well as a black baseball cap, on which the inscription “FLIRT” stood in treacherous white letters, but then I didn’t remember about it.I remembered about this after my entire conspiracy plan suddenly collapsed due to increased attention to me while on the subway, because of this stupid cap and dark glasses at 10 pm, so I had to pretend to be a fool and blow bubbles chewing gum all the way. (Damn, but I also wanted to hang a black wig with curly hair from a friend)
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