Do you think it is so easy to fascinate ladies and seduce them to have sex? Here, for the sake of diversity, is one story that did not end with sex contrary to my expectations, and therefore placed in the category “non-format”.

The peculiarity of the story is that we will be telling together. And each of us will tell in parallel his version of events. And how is it possible that no offense? Judge for yourself, cost.

To Moscow
- I am not talking about sex right away, but what prevents us from seeing each other in a cafe, meeting in person, chatting and getting to know each other better? Afraid odious reputation pererahavshego all that moves DD? In a personal meeting, I can completely ignore this topic, we will consider the exchange of experience between the capital and the regions, or the production meeting of workers in some industry and programmers writing for them.

- It's funny, DD! We are not on the site of amateur gardeners met. They read each other's stories and wrote comments. The topic of sex may not be voiced at the meeting itself, I do not argue. But it will invisibly soar in the air. You want me, I'm sure of it. I am not sure about my desire. It's not about "fat-bald-nosy-hairy." The fact is that you come and leave. And I will stay. What if I like it? Although it is very difficult for me to be satisfied with my partner from the first time. I now have such a situation that I would like to find a skilled lover in my city. I sincerely believe that one-time sex can not be successful. Now, if you lived in Moscow, I wouldn’t find a better lover. But we need a lapping, and there is no time for it, do you understand? I will remain unhappy, you will not be delighted. I know that you have a lot of spare options, do not waste time on me and do not be offended. It will be better for both of us.

- I will deal with the main and spare options. There is still time before my trip. And tell me, please ...

Copyright explanation. In this place, according to the logic of DD shnyh texts, it should follow the description of its maturation, the acquisition of different experiences, the delineation of the limits of acceptable and unacceptable in sex. That's exactly what I did. But Alyonka, having read the first paragraphs, categorically forbade writing about it, citing a reinforced concrete argument - I am an acting writer, do not take away my plots, you never know what I told you about this in detail, I myself will write about it A venerable writer, like you, but sex was with my participation, not yours, which means I will describe better: we write a real intimate article, don’t we? Here it is so harmful!)))) Or is it correct?

Be that as it may, the will of the woman is the law, let's go further.

In Moscow. The first day.

For some reason, I wanted to call her immediately, without making a prior SMS notification, they say, I arrived, and this is my local number.
- Hello! Do you recognize me?
- Hello! - and almost instantly. “You won’t recognize you yet, the site administrator, the famous writer DD, deigned to arrive in the capital.”
- Cool! Or maybe your phone is connected to secret databases, and along with my number you have displayed my full name and other personal data on the screen?
- Something seems to me, you are so prudent that it is unlikely that the sim-ku issued in his name.
- Judging by your words, are you hiding from private detectives and freelancers of the yellow press who are watching your every move?
- Yeah. Bear in mind, the naivety of blondes from anecdotes is greatly exaggerated. Tell me how you arrived, how you planned your business, what are you going to do in the coming days?

I tell. Including the event, which arrived.I call my real name (only name), find out that Alena is true, well, and even if she hadn't, is there not enough don Pedro in Brazil? We will make sure you have lunch tomorrow, the subway and she will inform you of the time when she truly knows about the real work load.

About an hour later, I get this plan sms-ku:
- But interestingly, are you also deceiving your stories?
- Why are such suspicions?
- You're not bald. You are not fat. You speak Russian cleanly and very correctly. Is your furiness also a myth?
- I never said that bald as Kotovsky. Rather, like Lenin. Is it possible to call a thin man under a centner in weight, but with an increase of 170 cm? I speak Russian fluently, but my native language is different. You can make sure of the shaggyness yourself. And ... how did you even know that? Are you by any chance a non-resident colleague? Oh, I get it. You went to the website of the event and in my name-age-region found a local page with a photo and a biography? Here not laziness to you was to pick so much ...
- Do not be lazy! It was not difficult. And my curiosity knows no bounds))))
- You know, I would not refuse to look through the section “About us” of the site of your organization. Or your page on "Classmates". But it turns out dishonest: you have already seen my photo, but I have not yet yours.
- Nothing wrong. Tomorrow you will immediately see it.

Tomorrow at noon I receive SMS:
“I invite you to have dinner at such a restaurant near this metro for so many hours.” Conveniently?
- Yes.

And the next day began the cycle of unforeseen events. My lunch break moved back and forth. And then there is the promise to have dinner with DD))))). Three times I wrote and called him, changing the time and place of the meeting, in my heart reassuring myself that it was permissible for a woman to be impermanent. I must say that DD patience has no boundaries. He did not betray his displeasure from my changeable nature. When an hour left before the meeting, he asked jokingly on the phone if he could be sure that the time and place of the meeting was fixed.

Having not calculated the time accurately, I arrive at the specified place almost half an hour earlier. I walk from the metro station to the restaurant and back, about 5 minutes before the scheduled time I get up at the entrance, I smoke and try to determine from the incoming ladies which of them is Alenka. But either we missed each other, or she passed by, not letting her see, but when I wrote to her: “I am on the spot. Will you soon? ”, She answered not with a text message, but with a call: “I'm already sitting in a restaurant. Rise to the second floor, the right hall, a table near the window. ”

Get up I find the necessary room and table (and not immediately, despite the daytime, rather crowded). I go up. With all my strength trying to restrain my excitement, trying to look like a sophisticated business woman in a business suit, sits at the table and awaits my approaching nice and charming young woman: light golden hair the color of ripe wheat, light blue eyes of the color of sea green, snowy skin flaw, inspiring respect for the solid size of the chest and the figure of pleasant fullness with all where it should be bumps and curves - beautiful, and only!

Do not laugh, readers! I am also worried when meeting women. And even shy at the first meeting. I want to kiss her terribly (even if not on the lips, but just peck on the cheek), stroke her hair, neck, back, sit beside her and easily pass her hand over her thigh. But I greet him with a nod and a smile, only slightly touching the palm of her palm, lying on the table, hang the jacket on a hanger and sit opposite.

I was worried - I confirm)))))) Well, I, an infection, prepared! Chose a place so that he could not sit next to, just the opposite without the possibility of touch during lunch)))))

I do the inscription on my book, I give it to her. Alena thanks, immediately hides her in her handbag, so as not to accidentally forget. The conversation is both sexual and industrial at the same time, because it’s not about us personally, but about the work and history of the site, traditions and new products, we share our opinions about memorable stories, vivid images ...