Women are not unicorns

I look at my mother again, asking “why.” And then she burst out, she began to shake with laughter, squeezing it inside herself as hard as possible, which only made the laughter intensify. I couldn’t look at it indifferently and went into another room to laugh heartily. Can you imagine the level of constriction among Soviet women? By the age of fifty or sixty, one still convinces oneself that she is not a person, but a unicorn.

That is, a woman with a woman can be frank, herself. And only with a close woman. But with the man they are complete strangers.

I can imagine what was going on in their bedroom. I'm not surprised that dad started having problems. They both didn't want to acknowledge their bodies. It is not permissible to do things that are so natural for a person in fear, so the situation looks absurd.

Well, I once heard a wise man say:

— Do you know how to understand whether one loves the other?

— No.

— If he does not feel disgust when his beloved has earthly manifestations. Here is a girl vomiting, and a guy gives her water. The guy has diarrhea, and his madam is cleaning the toilet after him.

— Wow. Strongly.

— I saw how in a restaurant on the eve of the wedding the bride had doubts and conducted this test for herself. She watched her beloved all evening, and everything was fine until the pasta hung on his chin.

They never got married. She didn't love him.

— Wow.

I was then impressed by this story and used it in my life.

My neighbor and friend Valery didn’t like to wash his T-shirts, and he constantly smelled of sweat, his eyes could get streaky, and his breath smelled like onions.

And do you know how I realized that the girl he started living with loved him? I made sure that she had no problems with smell and vision.

Yes. Exactly. Anna perfectly felt all the smells of her boyfriend, saw the untidiness, but she was not disgusted by it. She remained gentle and caring. This is Love. I was truly happy when they got married.

When my man got off the train after that breakup at the beginning of our relationship, he also smelled like two days of mild unwashed hair, but I wasn’t disgusted. This all comes into the background when you love.

Of course, a girl teaches a guy to take care of himself; with us, men become a tasty morsel. That’s why other girls hang themselves on them, because we have ennobled our beloved ones.

If you have met an ideal man, it means he has already been ennobled by some woman and, most often, not his mother.

It's rare that a mother can make her son attractive. Only if she is not a model or an actress, or another woman of art.

A smart, loving woman makes a truly delicious-smelling, clean, ironed, combed, and confident man.

Yes, the stronger sex will forgive me, I really think so. You change us by exactly the same amount. We become smarter and present ourselves more confidently in society if we are energized by our wise man.

If there is a lion next to you, then you are a lioness. Do you understand? A couple becomes many times (and not in total) more powerful if the people in it admire each other and guide each other.

As soon as everyone is on their own (or worse, criticism begins), that's it, the end of love and everything is lost.

Since then, we have farted in front of each other many times, broken down, blushed, but never stopped loving.

So, the chapter is sad

"Goodbye, friends"

Oh girls. It was not for nothing that I started this book. I miss you, my lifelong friends. I've watched the series and both Sex and the City movies eleven or so times, and every time I imagine I'm their fifth friend.

Yes, since my man and I got together, I no longer had close friends, women with whom I could share everything, until now. I finally broke through. I decided to speak out, pour out all my experiences, knowledge, and experience onto you.

Well, I hope to become for you the very one that you don’t have, a friend due to the misfortune of not having girlfriends. It's a pun, but it's the honest truth.

After those gatherings in my apartment, I spent more and more time with my boyfriend. He instructed me on how to negotiate with professors at university to ensure I received a pass or a good grade. I studied. He took me to the movies and restaurants. I gave him massages and listened to grandiose ideas at night.

When he left for his daughter, he left me money so that I wouldn’t die of hunger, and I spent all my free time studying and working. Sofia, my neighbor, then stopped understanding my joy. And we've run out of common topics to talk about.

About a week later, one of the friends made up a story. Listen, this is generally a movie and the Germans.