Fiction or reality ... that is the question. Today we released 'Solter @ s', a sort of short story that is torn between which may or may not be real. It will certainly be feeling this spring, so we hope to see you here ...
Ana Andújar.
The other day I asked a date a guy in my class at the School of Languages. Was weird, I had never asked for an appointment but in reality, in Spain ask not "dating", but stayed for coffee, beer, and then after a few drinks, and when we sung, with the value that gives you the gin and tonic, you can try to bend your knees and lips closer to your goal. If successful, you better not drink too much or evening will end in catastrophe. If it goes wrong, you can return to the bar and end up destroying your night.
The fact is that, after retrieving a single life that I had a hard time getting, I was pretty pissed off with modern society. It was supposed to be single mean out every night, ever finish it either, to travel all the cities and come to your work with a hangover and the mascara ran, and that your peers look at you with a mixture of disgust and envy. It was as if all the years he had had a partner had idealized the concept of "spinsterhood" and as one who seeks an illusion, then gives you in the face because there is no or gold or leprechauns, or rainbow, or heterosexual men available.
The theme was: the men and do nothing. The blame, really, I think we have. Many years of preaching in the Cosmopolitan that we do not need to seduce us, we do not want to invite us drinks as prostitutes, we need not ask because we will leave us ... and when you realize you look at out of language school asking to go to the movies at a rate not remember her name either, because in the Language School is not making friends for eternity, especially if you're a little bitch who attends classes and is the second time you repeat 'German Level II. "
However, there was something about that guy (who was also little or day came I would not, or was interested in German as well as to Merkel Jacks Mancha) that attracted me . It was, without doubt, his strong resemblance to another boy on his head, a boy the first months of my state-of-alarm (being single, no nothing Rubalcaba) had tried to tempt, but God knows What was a guy with scruples, morals and stuff that make people not have sex, and I had been jilted again and again. Pumpkins give a girl who has been taught that all the guys want to fuck, if you give the first class will spend all that if you wear a short skirt does not need to teach the title of master is, without doubt, an emotional shock. It makes you reach the sad conclusion that today, men have grown bored of women.
So stay with the boy's twin had jilted me, and I was both angry and morbid, I thought it best. First, because if I said yes, I retaliated in any way from my failure, and if I said no, he would feel so guilty and would have notes for the course. Lots of advantages when you mix sex and labor.
continued ...
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