Foreword: Hello dear readers, I barely had time in the first week to finish my achievements, as the second one has already arrived ... which means a new acquaintance, intimate and certainly with an adult woman.
This time everything was a little easier - since giving a small handicap, I still sat on dating sites and the like from the first days, where I naturally tried to find options for the future.
But...

June 7-14. The second hunt.
Very little time has passed since I happily met Tanya and her mother Lyuda, but now they were still in the distant past for me, or the boundless future (of special desire and sympathy, without a wave of lust and abstinence did not feed, let's be honest)
Time dripping, and all new acquaintances on the Internet - demanded much more of it than I had.
Therefore ... forward ON HUNTING.
I left early in the morning ... and went to the post office.
Yes, yes - to the usual mail, to my joy - my morning was for everyone already in the afternoon, and there was a huge crowd.
The choice is ... pensioners? ... bust. at least for now.

Young girls are not that format.
But a couple of youthful women, 45-50 years old, completely suited me, and taking a turn at the end, so as not to arouse suspicion, I stepped aside appreciatively.
Yes ... one and the second - the usual, more than a gray woman. One is full, in a shapeless sweater and pants, the other is of medium build, but with bright earrings that do not fit.
The third one is very elegant, one that created the impression that she knows what she wants and clearly attracted men ... but, unfortunately, such women even though they were almost 100% options, but required ... rather lengthy courtship.
But 4 - almost did not differ from the first two, except that she was wearing a skirt almost to the floor.
- “Girl, can I?” - I wedged between her and the man standing in front - to look at the shop window where stamps, envelopes, samples of mail were sold, and. td - "Oh, sorry" - this is my OW, it was caused by glancing at the goods, I, leaving the queue, pushed her lightly, hitting her chest with my elbow.

- “Nothing” - the voice is quite positive, and the gesture - straightening the bag hanging on the shoulder, was (at least according to the books of psychology) an unconscious signal of coquetry.
“Well ...” I shrugged and went back to the end of the line.
And so, 5 ... 8 ... 11 people in front of her, so I had about 20 minutes.
In the next instant, the door of the mail slammed behind me, and I was already galloping towards the flower shop.
There - here, in a rose package, alone but long - I had to run on the way to Dixie and buy a BIG package, and sat down on a bench in front of the mail, I waited.

Perhaps - already late, but there were other ladies there. But, patience and work - all a little effort. After two people - there was a man standing in front of my woman.
After 5 minutes - she went out.
- “Girl, I'm sorry I pushed” - even before the moment when I said this, I pulled off the bag and threw it out sending it to fly with air picked up, and he stretched a rose - “This is for you”
- “Ah ... me? Thank you ... "- rather from surprise, but she took it -" Suddenly ... "
- “Well ... Probably” - she took a flower, and was not moving hastily, and I tried to start a conversation - “This is compensation, for what I pushed, and so to speak ... the first meeting is one rose”

- “Original” - she laughed while twirling the rose with her hand and glancing at me - “Okay, accepted”
“Can I make a company?” She answered too abruptly, but I didn’t want to impose myself, but I had to somehow look for contacts.
- "You can ... but not far"
- “Not far, because you live not far?” or not far to spend? "
- “Rather, the second ... I live in Samara, here to visit my parents, to leave tomorrow evening” - she sighed at these words - “I have not been given flowers for a long time ... but I will have to return ...”
- “Why?” - with a dozen options flashed through my head, and one of them was right on target.
- “Husband against will” - she smiled, but then she shook her head sadly.
- "Oh ..." - I was sure that there was no ring on it - "And ... you ... are you married?"
- “Divorced, but again came together, and so have not yet been married - a long history”
- "Tell me, well, if not a secret"
- “I'm afraid I won't make it in time” - she stopped and turned to me, fingering a rose - “Behind this house, my parents are already living ...”

- "Maybe in the evening?"
- “In the sense of?” - it was evident that she understood everything, just waiting for some kind of phrase from me.
- “Well, take a walk in the evening ... tell me?” - I immediately realized that “If the husband lets go”
- “Humorist” - finally the smile never left her face - “Do not let go ... but ... I think I could visit my friend” - she took a hand a little lower than the stem and knocked a rose bud on my chest - “But I do not promise anything"
- “Well ... even a small chance is better than nothing”
- "Well done" - she sighed deeply and gave me a rose - "Take ..."
- "No, no ... better to plant in the ground ... suddenly grow" - I took the flower from her hands, and went to the entrance of the nearest house - just stuck it in the ground behind the fence.
- "Okay ... let's meet where we met ... a watch in ..." - she waved her hand to me departing - "Maybe"
Khm Maybe.

This word hardly suited me, but there was already a kind of thread between us, which I was not going to lose, so a short run around the store - a delicious shaving gel, a razor, I bought 5 roses on my return trip home.
Time ... here is the time I did not take into account. Moron.
I didn’t ask how much I’d ​​have to pretend to be Hachiko.
It is said - done - I shaved in the right places, rubbed with gel after shaving (yes, a little experience - you can not shave, staying barely prickly, but at the same time smell incredibly delicious).
And 15 minutes before 20:00, I was already sitting on a bench by the post office, a bag of roses was lying next to me (for some reason, I'm terribly embarrassed to carry them in my hands). In the pocket condoms, a bag of cookies, and a bottle of water.

I will not bore me with a description of how I sat - but ... It’s 9 hours ... 10.
It was already dark, and only the telephone with the contact saved me from boredom.
Paul eleventh.
- “Are you waiting?” - I looked at the screen and did not notice how she approached.
- “Oh ... wait ... hello” - he immediately stood up classically, bowed in picturesquely, which obviously caused a wave of sympathy, and freeing the bouquet handed it to the lady.
- "Here ... you, instead of the flower," - she naturally took it, and took a deep breath.
- "They ... five?"
- “Well, yes ... not even the same kind of give?” - I used to get confused, so I internally tensed.
- “No, no,” she laughed, and sat down next to her - I saw that she was wearing a dress, colorful and monotonous, tied with a belt, from which her waist clearly stood out, and her chest was 3-3.5 in size, clearly supported by a push-up, for at such an age to have such a high chest ... seemed unreal - "One rose said it yourself - one date, but here there are five ... and we see each other for the second time?"

- "The second ... but ..." - I shrugged and turned the topic - "Walk?"
- “Ayda” - it was clear that she was in a good mood, and she chatted without rest about everything and about anything.
“Only we will not approach the house, otherwise ... my husband let me go to her friend, and you don’t look much like her,” she herself smiled and laughed at her jokes, and as we walked, we began to touch her hands.
- “Come here?” - I obediently, after her words, grabbed under my elbow, and she was not opposed, and we turned the corner - towards my house.
“Where are you taking me, Susanin?” She did not try to pull out her hand, and clung to me, simply enjoying both the attention of the young man and the walk, and occasionally inhaled the smell of roses.
- “Just sit down” - in front of my house part of the benches was lit with lanterns, but the other part was covered with thick foliage of trees hanging over them.

We chatted without any vulgarity, and I myself began to enjoy ...