Women are not unicorns

In due time, having overcome embarrassment, I decided “it’s hit or miss” and proudly got into the taxi.

And you know, there were basically no ratings or comments. My gentleman turned out to be a gentleman. He fed me soup with asparagus, told me some cosmic ideas at that time about his dreams, tasks, goals, business, family. I even forgot for a moment that this was a first date. It seemed like we had known each other forever. And this was just the effect of Vladislav’s use of Alex Leslie’s pickup techniques.

I naively assumed that we were close, and he was simply actively creating the illusion of this.

But I am grateful at least for the fact that there was nothing between us that day. And the next morning he announced that he was flying away.

— How? Where?

— To Krasnodar, my daughter lives there.

— You are married?

— We are divorced, but my parents, daughter and I are generally from there.

— Wow. Are you planning to return?

— Yes, in ten days, probably.

— Maybe?

— Okay, don't make a scene. Better give me a massage.

He came as a client, paid for himself and I silently did everything like a professional. No intimate hints, complete medical relaxation.

— Well, are you offended?

— No, everything is okay. — we girls sometimes speak in such a way as not to offend our opponent, but we ourselves cannot feel comfortable, because we really were offended.

— OK. As soon as I arrive, I will inform you about my decision, whether and when I will return. Fine?

He kissed me and left.

What was all this? How is this possible? Why the hell did I get caught?

I wanted to scream, get angry, rage, hate him, but I couldn’t. There was too good a man in my life to just give up.

On this, my dears, I will interrupt my romance. Let's take a break. Drink tea, eat something delicious.

In the meantime, I'll ask a few questions:

— Are you happy?

— Have you found yourself yet? What is your core that will keep you going in a difficult situation regardless of others?

— What is your goal/dream?

I will refrain from judging. You know everything yourself. There is only one solution, make the answers to the questions positive. Just don’t do it headlong, otherwise coaches and motivational trainers will get rich very quickly. The task: to find yourself, not them.

I smile from ear to ear. Do you know how much money I gave to all sorts of guys to pump up their fighting spirit?

A couple of million rubles, for sure. Fortunately, ninety percent of them turned out to be the right decision. But at ten I was ambushed.

Therefore, first find your guru, test it, then trust.

Well, let's move on.

A day later, when I was approaching work (as I remember now, it was a sunny, frosty morning), I was filled with resentment from within. “Well, call, write, let me know about your decision.”

"Hello. How are you. I will return to Petrozavodsk."

"Oh, thank God." This SMS then made me the happiest in the world. “He will come back and we can become a couple. A real serious relationship."

It’s so exciting, everything is for the first time, everything is new, fresh and at your fingertips. Remember your first real feeling that ended well. What kind of emotions were these?

Why don't you ask about panties? Forgot the first chapters? Okay, okay, I forgive you. It was I who led you into romance.

Yes, I don't remember anything like that. Not because this didn’t happen, but because then we had a platonic relationship. Sheer romance. Not the naive one, like Romeo and Juliet, but an adult, stern, but romantic. We were drawn to each other with thoughts, ideas, hearts, and not genitals.

Later, this criterion of falling in love was also added. At least, later I realized it and remembered it. And in the first couple of weeks there were only love letters, calls, everything was very decorous and well-mannered. He was thirty-four, I was twenty-three. Love began twelve years apart.

I thought about my man constantly: at breakfast, in conversations with friends, at work with colleagues, with classmates, with my sister and mother, with myself.

It was an obsession.

But I still checked something in myself. Doubting whether I could be a good match for Vladislav, I agreed to a date with a handsome young guy from a social network in a black jeep.

We went to a cafe, tried to find common topics, kissed goodbye, and I finally realized that this was not my thing. I can’t think about anyone else except my Krasnodar boyfriend. I don't need anyone else. That's when I stopped searching. Nine years have passed since then, and this was really the last kiss with another man besides Vladislav.

Each of you who has been married and faithful for a long time can remember such a moment. Interesting, isn't it? Unless, of course, your husband is not the first man in your life.

I don't want to kiss any of my exes again. Moreover, I hate to even imagine it. Remember “legs…, ugh!” from What Men Talk About?

It's about the same. We women are very picky for the most part.

There are exceptions, but they are fewer.