class="p1">Yes, there will always be an allowance for sexual desire. If you come to an engineering company in a dress with a low neckline, tight or tight, then perhaps they will give you a helmet without your praises, but they will not allow you to destroy the building. They will fight to the last, as if everyone were of the same sex.

People try to manipulate their sexuality in order to win where a callous cracker would be refused, but I don’t like to do that. There is a great alternative — communication, admiration, understanding. It is this that is often perceived as charm and is what people like so much.

So I survived a whole year in a foreign city in the first serious relationship of my life. I have set and continue to set an example for Ksyusha as a good wife. And in recent months I have been setting an example of a good woman. She is changing, not quite like me (after all, there are others to look up to), but she has grown into a good girl.

Do you know why I separate these concepts?

Oh well, then I won’t stop.

What? I can not hear. Explain?

A good wife and a good woman are not always the same thing.

And the definition of goodness is very vague. In general, if we focus on the two sides of the golden rule, known in every corner of the world in different philosophies, then goodness is not doing to others what you would not want to do to yourself, and doing to others what you would like to do to yourself. I didn't say that. This is great human wisdom.

So a woman is a person, just like a man. And as a person, she desires success, attention, love, recognition of her merits, movement forward, communication, happiness.

The wife wants the same thing, but to a different degree or something different altogether. Love, care, communication, happiness, attention. Achieving victories, recognizing her merits, moving forward is often relegated to the background so that the spouse can achieve this.

Otherwise, the couple breaks up. Only very strong guys can survive this fight.

Lately, every time I consolidate my status as a good wife, I am learning and becoming a good woman.

Do you understand? I want to achieve my personal goals. Star in a wonderful Hollywood movie, fly into space, publish a book that will help millions of women.

"Farewell University"

So, who dropped out of school at least once in their life? Thank you. And who because of the man? Thank you. Put your hand down before strong women throw tomatoes at you.

Look, I don't think this is a mistake. This decision was conscious.

Does anyone regret those who did this?

I think that you, like me, have already justified this action three hundred times.

One day my handsome and smart man told me:

— Come with me to live in Krasnodar

And I told him:

— I can not. I have school, work, friends, and family nearby.

— I can't live here. My home is there. There's nothing keeping me here anymore.

— And I?

— So I want to take you there.

— But I'm not a thing.

— Of course, you are not a thing. Let's mutually decide. If you look at all the pros and cons, pushing the personal aside. It's warm, sunny, and fruit grows there. It's cold, gray and damp here. There is a big city there, opportunities and the same university. You don’t need to work anymore, I will support us. Let's find common friends.

I thought about it. Well, he’s telling the truth.

— OK. But first I need to talk to the dean, my parents, my friends.

— This is all secondary. Your decision first.

— What if it is negative?

— Then we will part.

— Hard.

— How else. I have already decided where I want to live. I even decided who I wanted to live with there. But you have the right to refuse, the choice is yours.

Bastard. No, my love, if you are reading these lines, I’m sorry. But still a bastard. Of course, I made a choice in favor of Krasnodar, and I don’t regret it, but a better solution could have been found.

No, I’m sad not because of my studies, but because now we still live in St. Petersburg, and we could have moved here right away. But that stage was necessary, because Vladislav was wildly homesick for his daughter. And a whole year of regular communication got him drunk for several years to come.

I told my sister first, hoping to gain support from my mother. It's either this way or not at all. If you warn her earlier, then when mom starts to panic, the sister is already ready with an artillery of arguments.

I remember this conversation.

— What? Is this really love?

— Yes. I love him very much.

— OK.

I don’t even remember the conversation with my mother. Apparently everything went smoothly. She was worried, of course, but I didn’t give up studying yet.

But my dad is a businessman, he came from afar.

— Isn’t there a war there in the Caucasus? There were hot spots there. Krasnodar is close to Chechnya. Isn't that where you got it from?

It was so funny but cute. Vladislav and I laughed later when I found out that he was born in Alma-Ata, and his parents were from Sakhalin.

I packed my things, gave the furniture to a friend, and went.

My classmates didn’t want to let me go and were immediately offended, especially Gleb. But then I still believed that I would be transferred to Krasnodar.

Since no one cares about desperate lovers, the dean of the new university refused to accept me for the same course:

— So what, did you move after your husband? The mark sheet