A virtual acquaintance with Galya began about a month before the trip itself: when I created a questionnaire indicating the place of residence supposedly in my hometown, but the rest of the points were true: both married and looking for a woman mainly for sex, and height-weight indicators . There was no particular lie in that city, barely starting a conversation with any woman who answered my “hello”, I said that I actually live in another place, but I intend to be with my family edges, and I wish that my pastime was brightened up by the female presence.

With women, the initial communication with which began on a dating site, I usually have this: on the Internet I find out some initial information about them, and before everything else they consider it necessary to tell (especially of an intimate nature, as was the case with the same Anna or a little later with Marina), it comes already during real meetings and between regular visits to sex. Galya was an exception from this series. It is precisely in the sense that the information about her intimate plan before her sex did not receive any detail and expansion even when we became as close as possible, as soon as a man and a woman can be close. I received a little more information about her from her own words after my departure, but this already concerned the person with whom she began to meet after me. However, we will not get ahead.

So, Galina, 36 years old, works, has 2 children - girls of the same age, divorced, the reason for the divorce was to convict her husband of treason, she didn’t have other partners before her husband and after her husband. Well, let's leave the last factology on her conscience, as it cannot be proved (but refuted too), and everything else is very typical for thousands (and maybe millions) of women.

There was no clear evidence that she agreed to have sex with me. But I was given a phone number that I promised to call as soon as I arrived and got a little settled. She was a moderately interesting companion, by the nature of her work she visited half of the countries of Europe and almost a quarter of America, but never visited the Russian regions where I was (I can call Yakutia and the Black Sea coast calmly, since some of my stories took place there), and even her acquaintance with Moscow was in order of travel from one airport to another. Accordingly, it was the geographical-ethnographic theme that was most popular in our conversations, pushing the music, literature, art, which, as I understood, Galya coolly, as having no relation to real life, to the backyards.

Already in the Internet, I realized that she was vulnerable and touchy, and that the mentioned divorce as a result of adultery could well have taken place. If, finishing the session of the next virtual communication, I said that I would be tomorrow, say, at 18–00, and would appear on the site at least five minutes later, begin to find out why I was late, didn’t anything unpleasant, and how did she worry about me, not being able to find out in other ways whether everything is in order? Sometimes it was dry-formal, but the next day it was explained by poor mood or well-being. But this sometimes, and much more often, with the course of time, showed more and more tender-sentimentality, putting diminutive suffixes to my name, or calling me “dear, sweet, good”, etc.I was already afraid of jealousy on her part (and note, this is just another dialogue in the virtual), a woman who bored for love and was ready to love her first partner, who besides sex, would give her some other spiritual pleasures, was too obvious. , even if it is just an attentive interlocutor, asking clarifying questions about her many trips. But then she herself once opened the brackets.

The situation was this. There is an intensive exchange of replicas. She asks some question, and such a plan, that depending on the specifics of my answer, further conversation can go completely diverse. I begin to write the answer, at this moment the call to my cell phone is heard, and for a few minutes I solve important questions, without being able to distract and finish, send an almost written sentence, but seeing out of the way what replicas come to me from Ghali, when the in response, she began to seem excessive.
“DD, is it really such a difficult question, do you think so much?”
“You are here at all, why don't you answer?”
“I understood everything, you are still having a conversation with some women, and you do not want to be distracted by me?”
“I didn’t deserve such a cool attitude, so goodbye”
“I sent you to ignore. Do not write to me again"
“DD, my dear friend, are you all right? If you feel bad, call a doctor, do not waste your energy on a conversation. ”
“God, I beg you, let nothing happen to DD. Let him communicate with a hundred women, I understand, he will come and leave, fleeting contact, I will not be jealous. Now, if you lived here, I would have scratched your eyes, if I looked at someone other than me. ”
“Not counting my wife, of course. I do not take away other people's husbands, do not be afraid. Ha ha ha, scared? ”

It was curious to see to the end what other bizarre ways her flow of consciousness would follow, but I finally ended the conversation, finished off the answer to her original question, sent it, and immediately followed “Much ado about nothing. I was just talking on the phone. ” The answer comes, as if nothing had happened: “Yes? Okay. Well, if you think so, then ... "and there is a continuation of the original theme.

A very similar situation, which almost led to the breakdown of our first real meeting, was already, when I had just arrived in the city, went to the site, to see if there was a new message. Galya was online at that moment, she saw that I entered, she wrote to me joyfully: “Oh, hello, have you already reached? How are you doing, what are you doing? ”And then, as luck would have it, either a computer, or the Internet, or this site is so bizarre that I can see the incoming replicas, but I can’t send them back. Clearly in her style follow such replicas:
“You do not want to answer me? Why? What happened?"
“It seemed to me that I deserve at least a direct answer that you do not want to communicate with me”
“With you everything is clear. Until!"
The glitch of the computer does not improve, I really feel very uncomfortable, although I don’t have any fault, and here I remember very well that I have her phone number. I quickly write her a text message: “Hi, Galya. Writes you DD, from the number of the local operator. This computer is buggy, I can not write anything, but I read your messages. I will call soon". The answer does not come sms-koy, but on the computer screen - “Well, thank God, otherwise I began to worry for you again”

Took a tug - do not say that it is not a lot. He promised to call - call! I go out to smoke and call Gale. He doesn’t take it right away, I assume that for some time he looks at unfamiliar numbers while trying to remember why the number seems familiar to her. We start the conversation. How are you, how is your health, how did you get there, how did you get there? I feel an increased and sincere interest in my answers, but an interest not of a sexual nature, but of a personal one. Naturally, I start talking about the meeting, I stress that a couple of days from 2 weeks have already passed, there will be some other things for some more days, it’s better we don’t waste time and meet as soon as possible.She agrees, today she can’t, but she will be happy to meet tomorrow, right after lunch, she will take time off from her boss and tell me how to find her office, in general, the meeting is scheduled for 3 pm tomorrow, in a cafe near her work .

Tomorrow comes. At 3 o'clock I stand at a cafe, from here you can see the entrance to her office. I call and say that I am waiting. Yes, yes, I already saw you from the window, going down the stairs. A young woman, stylishly dressed, quite beautiful, with delicate white skin of bare arms, shoulders and legs below the middle of the thigh, comes out of the office and approaches me.