nonostante i miei precedenti interventi on this blog are very 'carefree', although I like to laugh, and although he claimed to detest those who always complain, sometimes even I have my time no, they are down, mogia mogia, I see ... well all black: Today is one of those days! will be trembling be done to know how the other side of the coin, I guess ... not much different from the first!
arrived at the venerable age of 22 years, I have a budget. and I, when I budgets are getting pretty fit and not at all optimistic. Now I explain the whys and wherefores of my joy. every morning when I go to college for a medical examination, a shopping trip, any bullshit, I comb, I shave my eyebrows, put on makeup carefully, I dress well, in the vague hope of making the meeting that I life-changing. and repeats this ritual since I learned to put my face cream. then a long time. if the fateful encounter had occurred
, dear, would not be here to complain. Now, I admit that it is also partly my fault. I do some 'the precious, and maybe some pseudo-meeting that could mature into something more could not do it because of my shyness and' imbranataggine ' (I'm not exactly a femme fatale who eat men, if it did not already know ...). but you want, I'm old. I am the girl sitting in a cafe who make eye contact with the absent-minded type who reads a book in the hope that what you get up and make the first move. now I do not want to fall in the usual complaint 'no longer boys than once 'and' if you want an appointment you invite him because now the kids are scared by the girls' because these are the classic trivial excuses that takes out an old maid like me when he feels with his back the wall. Once the boys are gone now because they are our fathers and our grandfathers, and it is not true that kids are afraid of us girls. I believe that one should feel motivated to try. because in my opinion, one is exposed, you risk rejection, no dry and acidic, to approach a girl (but the same goes for us ladies: how many have never dared to strike up a button with the cute blond last line for fear that he would say no? I raise my hand ...). nowadays a offends no longer a dirty word. I understand those who are pulling back even before trying. however, the point is not this. I should also know that one is afraid of me (fit me so to speak: first, it is impossible for me scary, and second, if you do not like, inventane a more credible, because it does not offend l & rsquo ; intelligence of both ...) and several bales, maybe one day I will make a right, take my courage in both hands and ask the 'boy anthropology' a date (maybe when I'm desperate and its a no I will neither hot nor cold because I have already decided to throw myself off a bridge before he meets me). maybe. you can not predict the future. the question is another. where can I meet a guy? WHERE? it seems that there is around a memory of representatives of the opposite sex. and 'representatives of the opposite sex' I mean normal people. aliens are those who want it. sometimes even my friends have to put up my time and no syrup complaint epic. the solution to my maid would go to the disco, 'there's so many people that you meet someone interesting for sure'. but is it not because there are many people that it is difficult to happen? however, I followed the advice, do not say that I have not tried. result? better to stay at home ...
now on the last beach. if the university, in study rooms (I know they're made on purpose, but the guys there seem more interested in the study than anything else, amazing ...), in bars, on the bus, the pub in the evening, the disco is not meeting I'm not saying anyone worthy of note, but that is worthy of note me ... I just have to meet my prince charming in a way only: it with his car being very careful not to kill him, otherwise goodbye happy ending.
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