After work, Ira celebrated her birthday, she turned 26. She changed clothes in a toilet from jeans and T-shirts in a red dress and black tights with ballet shoes, sat on a chair, bowed her head down, and her friend Sasha began to do a festive hairstyle. Like many girls under the "festive hairstyle" Ira perceived a bunch of wound curls, drenched with varnish. When you come to the bar and see several girls at the same table, the birthday of the one who is the most curly. The circuit works like a clock. After 20 minutes, caviar hair could be chewed like chips.
She took a bouquet politely presented by the staff, painted her lips red and left the office an hour earlier than expected, on her little evening of the holiday with congratulations, hugs, and kisses on the cheeks without kisses.
- It is very noticeable that she wants to get married.
- Mash, almost all the girls in 26 have long wanted to get married.
- I don’t want to.
- Well, you are 23.
- Well, it does not matter. And Ira is trying hard.
- Looking for options like a tigress to its prey. But it turns out so-so, the tigress is a bit without teeth.
- Well, in theory, those girls who are simpler, in whom the village blooms and grows, just get married more often.
- Only for the same shirt guys.
- So what. I think it's great when people are on the same wavelength.
- On the wave of road radio?
Masha looks out the window, sees a smoking cigarette there. offers to go smoke for me. no work, I agree to stand with her. it’s almost pleasant spring, May. we work and are friends with Masha. This happens.
- The topic, you know, I noticed that girls like Ira try to go only to those establishments where, in their opinion, decent men are, to spend their time on boozers that are unpromising in terms of dating, they consider themselves already an inadmissible luxury.
- Partly it is. For those who already have a place for a stamp in the passport sweeps.
- It’s dangerous all for you men.
- Yeah. In general, at the age of 26, having a family and children is about how to become a zombie during a zombie apocalypse. There are few of us, alone and not infected, like me, and we try to stick together. Fighting off.
- Struggling?
- Of all. At the age of 22, by the way, I was going to get married and get into a mortgage, I thought that I had fallen in love forever, it’s good that Lena left me and trampled me to dicks, I would ruin my whole life. And so the year of depression and all - reborn like a bloody phoenix from the ashes. I live now I rejoice, I do not blow in a dick.
- It was when you lost 20 kilograms and hated all women for half a year?
- Yes, about then.
- Did you tell her that you loved when she decided to leave?
- Practically shouted.
- And she what to you?
- And she, that she doesn’t need it.
- Rationally.
- Not that word. Have you noticed how a family can sometimes change even the Internet life of people? About 3 years ago, when I was engaged in the wholesale of fabrics, I had a friend Katya. I was 23, she was 22, we often hung out a lot after work, she was very cool, there were so many thrash stories in my memory with her, so many conversations with a bottle/glass in my hand all over Petersburg were scattered. And not so long ago she got married, well, we began to communicate less, it’s understandable. After some time, I gave birth, and now, going to her contact page, I see some fucking reposts of poems about how mom loves her son, recipes for baby cereals and a bunch of postcards from her new friends from these applications for those " for "congratulations on Easter, the Holy Trinity, the birthday of someone there. That is, not only has she changed herself, but the circle of friends is now made up of the same mothers that have been torn up.
- The zombies took her.
- Unfortunately. Well, even because of their hyper love and guardianship, they later bring up children; the dick knows how. I’m furious when I see my mother and son in public transport, who is clearly already over 6 years old, and she puts him in the only free place, and she stands there. Well, after all, he is no longer small, and can normally stand, will not fall. And from childhood, it is necessary to educate guys that he is a man, that he is strong, that women are weaker, that they need to give way, to protect and protect them, that you cannot allow yourself to sit when your mother is standing. All sorts of fuckers then grow up. And as a result, the girls complain that the real men are all extinct, that George Clooney is over, give birth to sons and raise the same kind of people from them. the cycle.
We went back, I went to the cooler, poured myself water in a plastic glass. Together with Masha, we decided that it was time to get out of here too. especially Friday, and Ira’s birthday, you have to sit somewhere to drink for her, suddenly it will help. This is her.