Of course, a girl teaches a guy to take care of himself; with us, men become a tasty morsel. That’s why other girls hang themselves on them, because we have ennobled our beloved ones.

If you have met an ideal man, it means he has already been ennobled by some woman and, most often, not his mother.

It's rare that a mother can make her son attractive. Only if she is not a model or an actress, or another woman of art.

A smart, loving woman makes a truly delicious-smelling, clean, ironed, combed, and confident man.

Yes, the stronger sex will forgive me, I really think so. You change us by exactly the same amount. We become smarter and present ourselves more confidently in society if we are energized by our wise man.

If there is a lion next to you, then you are a lioness. Do you understand? A couple becomes many times (and not in total) more powerful if the people in it admire each other and guide each other.

As soon as everyone is on their own (or worse, criticism begins), that's it, the end of love and everything is lost.

Since then, we have farted in front of each other many times, broken down, blushed, but never stopped loving.

So, the chapter is sad

"Goodbye, friends"

Oh girls. It was not for nothing that I started this book. I miss you, my lifelong friends. I've watched the series and both Sex and the City movies eleven or so times, and every time I imagine I'm their fifth friend.

Yes, since my man and I got together, I no longer had close friends, women with whom I could share everything, until now. I finally broke through. I decided to speak out, pour out all my experiences, knowledge, and experience onto you.

Well, I hope to become for you the very one that you don’t have, a friend due to the misfortune of not having girlfriends. It's a pun, but it's the honest truth.

After those gatherings in my apartment, I spent more and more time with my boyfriend. He instructed me on how to negotiate with professors at university to ensure I received a pass or a good grade. I studied. He took me to the movies and restaurants. I gave him massages and listened to grandiose ideas at night.

When he left for his daughter, he left me money so that I wouldn’t die of hunger, and I spent all my free time studying and working. Sofia, my neighbor, then stopped understanding my joy. And we've run out of common topics to talk about.

About a week later, one of the friends made up a story. Listen, this is generally a movie and the Germans.

She saw somewhere a man, wildly similar to mine, with another woman. Then she found out from her friend of a family friend (a friend of a family friend — that’s what I call acquaintances through the fifth generation, well, someone very close, but for some reason authoritative for use in dubious stories) that it turns out that this is a womanizer. In addition, he is allegedly married to a Karelian woman and cannot be from the south. Well, or he simply deceives even his wife, which is even worse, because then I am simply a victim of deception, and maybe fraud.

“Just what should you charge me?” — I thought then.

— Margarita, be careful. Such a handsome and smart man cannot be alone. Find out what he really needs from you.

— Okay, dear, thank you very much.

And I plunged into thought, what kind of manipulations was my man carrying out, what was it about me that I needed to pull off a whole scam?

I remain silent, I don’t call him all day, I don’t respond to messages. I'm angry and nervous. “What a bastard. Deceiver. Womanizer. Little bastard! Why the penny-pincher? Yes, because there is nothing to take from me. A couple of clothes, used furniture and my parents’ old TV.” I had nothing then. Besides, why did he need to give me food when he was leaving?

These questions brought me into conscious reality. I wasn’t anything special in terms of material values; I couldn’t even get a ransom for me if he stole me into his harem. The parents barely survived on their own in order to raise money for their daughter, who was now time to get married. I think they would even buy a pie and celebrate over a cup of tea that finally their second daughter was useful to someone. (Well, they just stopped hoping for the first one).

You laugh, but it's true. I have charm, charisma, intelligence, a little beauty, but I’m definitely not a Rockefeller, and then I was an ordinary poor student. If he wanted, as they say, to fuck him up and quit, then you know, I didn’t have any special skills in bed. There were a lot of predators in the city for men like Vladislav, and they were clearly more skilled than me.

So, realizing the absurdity of the situation, I brushed it aside and invited my beloved to visit. We spent the entire evening discussing the topic of girlfriends. At first they laughed, of course, then they seriously considered the influence of the female environment on the female, who found herself a worthy male.

— What if he cheats?

— Married.

— Maniac

— Gay.

— Lesbian. (well, okay, that doesn’t happen).

— Polygamist

— Special services officer, spy

— Criminal, hiding

And so on, as far as your imagination goes, no one can compete with the girls here.

Imagine, this is just one friend, and I have already fallen under the influence and almost lost my future husband.

What would have happened if they had started to advise me against a relationship with him.

You know, fortunately,