I regularly go to tinder, and every time I like someone and write hello. They don't answer me every time. I already wrote 150 times and did not answer 150 times. The point is that the same girls don't answer me, they don't answer with the same intonation. And every time I write with the same intonation: - Hello -
- Hello how are you? -
- Hello, how are you? -
- I would like to say hello, can you answer at least once? -
And after all, these girls, infections, know me perfectly by sight, know what I will say and know that they will not answer me. But not one of us has ever shown by a gesture or a word that each of us knows the script. It happens that a girl likes it when I enter a conversation, then I spy on her through her avatar, she indifferently opens the conversation, and reads the message: - Hello! -
Sometimes she talks to another guy, then, standing next to me, I patiently wait for them to finish: - Hello -
Sometimes she just gets bored when there are no new likes, and only I go into a conversation and start typing. Of course, she knows what will happen next, but does not show it and indifferently opens the conversation. - Hello!!! -
This is a very harsh, truly masculine confrontation, the outcome of which is not clear. Obviously, each side is counting on victory. However, I already agree to ignore.
Once upon a time there was an old man with an old woman. The old man asks: - Bake, old woman, gingerbread man! - Who fucking will add flour The old woman asks him. - -, old woman! those. the recipe is called "Gingerbread man without flour", and you, pissing asshole, do not know where the flour is? - Because it's not a fucking bun, but a fucking omelette bitch. There must be flour in the kolobok, a dicked cocksucker. - circlecake is not only a bun, it is also pancakes, you fucking asshole, you bitch, stupid !!! - For the pancakes, you also need flour, gone !!! - Fuck, it's written in the same place, for such stupid as you, flourless circlecake, bun, his mother for balls, no fucking flour, fuck, stupid whore - BELLS WITHOUT FUCKING, HER MOTHER, FLOUR, THIS IS A FUCKING OMMETTE, YOU STEADED ON A TREE!
Exhausted from the trip, I was dead tired. And I asked a night-over in the house of a forester. With a kind smile the old man let me in. And with a friendly gesture he invited me to supper. Fell at your home, traveler, I’ll do anything you want, I’ll do anything you want, I’ll do anything you want!