The presence of free
time at work (or the lack of desire to occupy the specified time with this very
work) plus the ability to access the Internet sometimes lead to the most
unexpected results. As you know, from love to hate - one step, and on the Web,
these states are sometimes just one click away. In order to save the dear
reader from such careless "clicks", I will allow myself to share my
own experience of virtual communication.
Having shoveled tons
of financial and analytical sites and completely tormented Google with both
decent queries like "sports", "cinema" and
"theater", and words like sex and porno, I remembered the disputes of
some of my acquaintances on the topic: is it worth wasting time talking on the
Internet with strangers. "Why not to try ..." - an idea lit up in my
head with a faint light, and even the constant visit of my chief, did not
extinguish it. And I tried ... And I must say that I do not regret it because
this light illuminated a completely different world for me ...
After trying for a couple of weeks of
virtual sex (both in "private" and in front of the dumbfounded
public) all the poses I knew and having received from my "partners"
the most comprehensive information about poses hitherto unknown to me, I was
already ready for feats like writing a second part of the
"Kamasutra". And then I began to think about ways of
transferring this process into reality, and far from being virtual.
To get a girl out
(well, I really want to believe that this is not a 50-year-old joker or, worse,
a joker: she can also come on a date !!!) phone for a couple of hours of light
flirting or to immediately make an appointment is not a bad result. You
experience moral satisfaction, a surge of strength and confidence, as well as
the feeling "I am a winner" necessary for every man.
Anyone who, like the hero of the Nescafe
advertisement, types a couple of phrases on the keyboard and actually
immediately receives a phone call from leeds escorts , can consider
himself perfect in this kind of communication.
Quite unexpectedly,
I discovered in myself the talent of a tempter and a womanizer, and,
interestingly, there were a sufficient number of females who were ready to
succumb to my sweet speeches.
Having subjected the
female contingent to a preliminary selection (the absence of grammatical errors
is already pleasing, and acquaintance with the work of Burns and Chuck Berry
weeds out too young applicants), I choose a "victim" and deploy
hostilities on all fronts, surrounding the interlocutor with attention, care
and affection. Finally, the result is achieved, the time and place are fixed,
but the dinner was hopelessly cold ...
I never had to,
hiding in ambush and having only a gun, which every minute seems less and less
reliable, a lion or to hunt sharks, plunging into the abyss with scuba diving,
but by the severity of the sensations, by the amount of adrenaline in the blood
and by the emotional uplift the moment of the meeting not inferior, I think, to
the situations described above.
Imagine a picture: a
lady who fits the description is approaching you, but about 40 years old, and
weighing 15 kilograms more than your record for bench press in a prone
position. Naturally, it doesn't fit into your plans for tonight.
When such a person
passed by, I felt better than once when I was a seventh-grader (I remember, I
was not summoned to the blackboard with an unlearned chemistry assignment,
although the teacher was looking at me with obvious interest), and the volume
of a sigh of relief that escaped from my chest I would probably scare a walrus,
or argue with a blue whale.
Although when a
stunning beauty walks by in the promised blue jeans or a white T-shirt, you
look after her with regret for a long time ...
But here she is ...
Your main prize for today - get it and sign it. Let's face it: my first such
meeting sobered me up and, having deprived most of my bright hopes, returned me
to sinful earth. "... And experience, the son of difficult mistakes
...", as they say.
Having spent about
10 meetings and having gained this very experience, I thought about it and made
an analysis of the last month of my life. I cannot complain about fate: I was
never "thrown", the girls were nice and pleasant to talk to. But, of
course, I was not looking for friends with the same interests and was not
particularly eager for victories on the sexual front ... I was wondering: is it
possible to meet a girl on the Internet who would become more than a friend and
a pleasant companion. It turned out that you can.
In two months of
chatting, I became a seasoned fighter in verbal battles and a famous ladies'
man. Going to the Internet, I already gravely greeted old friends, feeling like
a gentleman-regular at some club, and also choosing which of the new ladies to
chat with on various topics. Maybe even over a cup of coffee somewhere in the
Arbat area.
One day, having
entered the chat, I see an interesting picture: my virtual friends of both
sexes, about 10 people, are going to meet, drink beer, talk, finally, live, and
decide "who is who".
In the end, I had a
great evening, the only negative moment of which was not so much the arrival at
home at 3 o'clock in the morning, but the subsequent rise at 6 in the morning.
This is how I made new good friends. After a month of such meetings, our
company has grown to 20 "meeting" people.
It was then that escort Scotland appeared. From afar
I noticed this short blonde with radiant blue eyes and a stunning smile. I
still wonder how I was able to beat her from the instantly surging fans, pull
out from under the heap of compliments that the male half of our company threw
at her, and draw her attention exclusively to my modest person.
It was the Internet
that allowed me to meet a girl so close in spirit that we understand each other
from a half-glance, and it is to her that I owe my present happiness. It is
noteworthy that we lived with her all this time in neighboring houses, and I
cannot complain that I rarely leave the house, because every day I have to walk
my four-legged friend.
True, sometimes I
have to calm down storms of jealousy when, from old memory, I began to conduct
intimate conversations with someone on the Web. And then prove that you are not
a camel, that you are doing this solely out of love for art on a reflex, one
might say, level - this is how an old dog raises its ears at the sound of a
horn. I am an athlete after leaving the big sport - I must, in the end, train
my body. However, such an argument usually gets an unambiguous remark: it is
useless to train your body virtually when next to you is a completely real,
young, and loving organism, waiting for something more than tapping on the
keyboard ...
In general, it seems
that the time is not far off when children and grandchildren, eager to hear the
answer to their curious question "How did you meet?" "April
Rabbit" ... but what kind of "nicknames" you can not find in the
chat), and attracted my attention "The Last Virgin Mitino" ... "