and prominent commentators.

I see how genuinely Alyonka listens to me! I try to behave myself in a public place correctly, not to pedal the theme of her desire for me, but sometimes I get a look, unequivocally telling about the hunt I would now lean over the table, capture a sweet kiss on her lips, and ... dream dream so ... and right here, under the admiring glances of subtle Asian waitresses scurrying back and forth, bent on the table, would fuck with cancer, and in the end, putting him on his knees in front of me, would finish in the mouth, allowing indistinguishable Korean girls-Vietnamese synchronously lick coming from yi Olka her lips droplets of sperm.

Oh dreams, dreams! But in fact it was all so. A short, round man in a light suit with a characteristic big nose and no less big bald spots, completely unlike a photograph I found on the Internet, came up to the table.

This dinner from the side might well have seemed like an ordinary daily lunch for colleagues who were forced to while away the break in each other’s company. A solid man, sitting opposite me, was important to broadcast. But the topic of conversation was rather unusual: the history of the site, its visitors, the topics raised were discussed. Frankly, it was interesting. For an hour and a half dinner, only once did I notice the glance of DD Casanova with devils dancing either samba or lezginka.

Lunch is complete. The waitress brings the bill. Claiming that she invited me to dinner, Alena wants to pay herself. Naturally, I do not let her do it, but since the bill for one thousand nine hundred is some rubles, I say, if you want, give me 50 or 100 rubles for tea. I add her a hundred to two thousand bills, I help put on outerwear, by the way I put my arm around my shoulders, I dress myself, and we go out into the street.

There was no "hugging the shoulders."

Even as it was! This is how you should try to give a woman a coat so as not to touch at all? Tea is not hot iron. And I'm not so shy))))

Along the way, I raise the question of our privacy. It is possible today, if she no longer needs to go to work. It is possible tomorrow in the evening. It is possible today and tomorrow. And everything, the day after I leave. As for today, she answers that it is impossible at all, but as for tomorrow, without promising firmly and without denying irrevocably, Alena promises to think and fight with her cockroaches, and near the underpass, beyond which she asked herself not to see off, she puts a cheek for a farewell kiss and a short hug. .

Well ... only I relaxed that the dinner turned out to be friendly, but he suddenly remembered about sex. Ahhh, I haven't made a decision yet. But also there is a ritual of kissing on the cheek, based on the stories of DD - the forerunner of sex. Here in such cases it is bad to read each other’s stories. Okay, let him kiss, I won't say “no” for now. I wonder if I can relax with him alone?

After an hour and a half, I receive SMS-ku.
- Justify why should I have sex with you?
- The word “must” is wrong, Alena. You can do this if you wish. And my desire is obvious.
- What will I get from this? Why, for the sake of a one-off meeting, should I go into violation of principles and mental turmoil?

... I am burying with a nightingale and reasoning with Cicero, trying to convince in the mutual amenity of the upcoming process ...

“I can't bring you to me.” And you, as far as I know, live with relatives. Where can we meet, if I, for example, do not rejoice too much and do not rush to fill in a notebook, let's say I will agree
- At the hotel. If you have any favorite places, then rent a room there. If not, then you will rely on my taste.
- I'm not in the topic of hotels, honestly. Decide youself.
- I will decide everything myself, do not worry. All you have to do is say tomorrow at what time and in which area is more convenient for you?
- Let's solve it tomorrow. I still have absolutely no idea of ​​my work schedule tomorrow, and you said that your event is unknown when it will begin and when it will end.
- Good.

In Moscow. Second day.

Who could have known that tomorrow I would get a butt on the head? Repeatedly.

Her first morning sms, confirmed information later by another friend.
- Do not worry, I do not know if this is true or not, but here on the website they said that Fokin had returned and you are no longer an admin.

M-yes. If Fokin is certain, then this is just a gift of fate. But if something happened during my absence, the Chargé d'Affaires put up a note in the morning and wore out, leaving the site unattended, a srach of the level that reached the Senor appeared, but he could not find me on the main phone, got angry and used repressive measures then this means “DD squander site”.

Doing a good mine in a bad game, I answer that nothing, everything is fine, I am happy about it and changing the admin to the work of the resource will not affect in any way. There is an exchange of sms, trying to find out her attitude about an intimate meeting and the desired parameters of a place of solitude. And suddenly, the subway train is already approaching the station, in the vicinity of which the same event will be held, for the sake of which my trip to the capital was undertaken, I receive SMS from a mobile operator.
- Your account is replenished by 2100 rubles.
Do not be a hundred rubles, if the amount was exactly in 2000, I would have thought that this Senior somehow recognized my temporary phone number, and according to the Labor Code of the Russian Federation transfers me compensation in the amount of four monthly salaries, due to early termination of the contract. But these “a hundred rubles for tea” finished me off and convincingly proved who the payer was.

What were my emotions? Rabies, anger, a complete zeroing of the business and sexual mood, the desire to find out the reason for such a demarche and find out, and what did I say so offensive that Alena decided not only to break off all relationships, but also to break, throwing bits at my face? Anger at Alyonka at that moment was quite comparable with indignation at the winter girl Tanya, and even hurt more. Tanka just made a "dynamo", promised and did not come. Leaving in my brackets my very strong feelings for her in that period, which man did not come across this? And did anyone get such an insult from a woman when they scornfully throw money at you, as if saying “I don’t buy it”, when I don’t have a purchase in my thoughts, when everything that took place was perceived naturally and logically, because it is so accepted from time immemorial: a man looks after pays attention to a woman, it is clear that she spends some resources on her: moral, temporal, material, and the woman, feeling sympathetic response, goes to meet him, denying any relationship between financial spending and the level of her feelings for him, if only she not asking tituka and not kept woman.

Few people refused me intimacy, there were few women whom I treated or gave gifts or took to different places, but who never ended up in my bed. And God bless them, it’s not they who pulled me off, I myself offered and invited. Yes, it happened that for the sake of pro forma someone suggested “let it be in half” or “let me cry this time”, but these were not new ones that I was just beginning to look after, but tried and long-time friends, and then — I allowed on their part, only spending on some trifle, such as driving on public transport, or, like during lunch with Alena, add a small amount if I only had large bills with me. But to pay for a man, or worse, to compensate him later for his expenses, this is a land of disrespect and tactlessness!

Oh my God! How many emotions out of the blue. It was necessary to immediately agree to split the account and there are no problems.

I hasten to escape to the surface, I run under the nearest canopy, dial its number.
- Listen. Is this your doing? Transfer to the phone?
- Yes.
- Why? What I offended you, because of what fell into disfavor?
- nothing. It's okay I just did not make trouble yesterday and insist that you take the money. But I invited - I cry.I'm so used to it.
- But I told you yesterday that it is impossible. What always costs are male. That this should also manifest the male essence. It is unacceptable to take money from women. It is not accepted in the end.
- We are in Europe, DD! We have adopted exactly this way, in a civilized and correct way. You can consider this as my next cockroach. I believe that the equality of men and women should be respected everywhere, and not only on paper on holidays.
- I'll return them to you now.
- I'll throw it back. How long will we replenish with the commissions the capital of cellular companies?
- I do not know. But I can not accept them. Then I will transfer the money to the fund of competitive stories.
- Your business. As you wish, do so. Here, readers scribble on you, DD has already reached the point that women take money, - laughs with a ringing laugh. And my anger subsides on the sly.
- Isn't that right? Someone believe that this was an absurd situation? They will say, so gratified another, that forced to fork out. And it is not necessary to collect "with the world" for the competition. Well, at least this is not my concern.
- Well, you see how all is well.
- I do not know, good or not. Anyway, some uncomfortable situation. Ambiguous. Unusual. The soccer ball turned out to be oval. You can play. But how?
- Get used to it. On my field we play by my rules.

However, the thought that the game could still take place forced the sexual part of my personality to wake up from the knockout, and with kicks forced my pride to compromise. “I'll buy some delicacies and order a suite, no, the suite is no good, she’s going to pay half, well, or I’ll say that I managed to rent a share at a low price, if only I agree to an intimate meeting, but we'll see. And there is something more to entice readers here, to laugh at one's heart, ”flashed like lightning.
- But then the plans are unchanged? I'm after my event and after your work you meet and retire?
- Not sure. I don’t know when I’ll finish things, what mood I will be in and whether there are enough slippers.
- What kind of slippers?
- Slay cockroaches.
- O women, inconstancy is your name! Cockroaches still have some ideas for themselves ... But is it possible in the end? I'll write to you then, how will our event end?
- Write, of course. DD, I honestly try to convince myself that I need it. But if I can not - do not seek.
- And you try, okay, Alyonushka?
- Good. Good luck to you!
- Until!

... And the third butt blow to the head on that day I received, when I lost 8 hours, it became clear that the event would not take place for technical reasons. “Perhaps the equipment will work tomorrow,” the organizers said. - Who can, let him come tomorrow. Who can not, after 3 months, the invitation is valid. "
And finding that the time has passed the most recent permissible boundaries for our meeting, I wrote:
- Today does not work.
“So it's not fate,” Alenka replied to me. And, to my chagrin, in her intonations, it was not pity for not meeting, but relief that was apparent. “So no one will be disappointed.”

After Moscow

Much later, already preparing this text for publication, I learned that, contrary to the widespread theory that a woman actually saw a man, in the first minute makes a decision for herself (often unconscious) whether she will sleep with him or not, Alyona This decision in advance, at one meeting only and the mass of SMS, was not able to accept.

... That's it! It's not meant to be. And you say, DD is easy. How much effort and words, time and emotions spent - and all in vain. In vain? Do you readers think I have lowered my hands? And you, Alenka?))))