In my youth, to fall in love, I had enough look. Then, at the age of 18, every girl with whom I spoke was practically the love of my life and a dream. All the more popular with women in those days I did not particularly enjoy. It's honest.
September was outside, and a sophomore I proudly paced around the institute. In the summer, I transferred to the budget, having passed the entrance examinations again and scored a passing grade, so now I (or rather my dad) did not pay for my studies. It added joy and money in the wallet. Meanwhile, crowds of freshmen with wild eyes ran in between the couples along the corridors in search of the right office - it’s very difficult to go out of the way. The institute is construction, but it was supposed that it was not engineers, but some philologists who designed it: room 26 could be on the 2nd floor, and room 27 in another building.
I had to re-register due to a change in the format of training, for this I had to go through a bunch of paperwork. In Russia without this anywhere. One of the final stages of the bureaucratic hell was the medical center. There the doctor had to check that he wasn’t sick with anything terrible, not contagious and allowed to study. And it was, of course, all purely formal. Like a dentist in a military registration and enlistment office - open your mouth, shut your mouth - it’s good.
I got there at 4 pm. There is one man in front of me, I am behind him. ok, hopefully here quickly.
It turned out to be not very.
After 10 minutes some guy came out of the doctor, and in this line, I became the next and only. Then a girl came to the door.
- Hello
- Hello
- Are you on a physical examination?
- Yes
- I will follow you
- Well - she is beautiful - I think. But getting acquainted is absolutely not mine. And not here. But alright though. What to say. So think what to say.
- Oh, these collections of documents, horror. - the girl interrupted my thoughts and smiled.
- Yes, I've been doing this for half a day, - I said, and thought, “wow.”
- Also for the hostel?
- No, I'm local, I need to reissue. Transferred to the budget.
- Wow, can that be? That is, you are not the first course?
- No, I’m the second - I reply as cool as possible - a year ago I was able to enter only paid, but two semesters weaned as a champion and passed all tests/exams on time. After that I was allowed to re-enter, I scored a passing grade, and I was transferred.
- Oh great, I didn’t know that it was possible.
- Did you also get paid?
- No, I am the budget.
- Lucky
- I'm Zhenya. What is your name?
So. I'm in the game. She asked my name. It’s necessary not to spoil everything further. Arriving, I’ll show her Peter, we will walk a lot, go to the movies, bars, clubs. Strolling couples, having lunch together for a long break. She is about 1.65, dark long hair. We will be a great couple.
- My name is Tyoma
- Very nice, - said Zhenya.
- And to me - I said
- Which of the teachers here is not terrible? While all some kind of friends, I'm scared.
- What is your specialty?
- Architecture
- Wow, that’s very cool. Listen, I don’t know if you will have a math teacher on my highways, but Inna Borisovna is the best.
- What does she look like?
- Such a very nimble gray-haired old woman, her hair is always in the tail and long black sweaters. Inna Borisovna is about 60, but there is so much enthusiasm and movement in her. In the first lesson, she said that she will remember what our name is, and after a week she addressed everyone only by name. I still don’t remember which of the classmates who is. but she remembers. Sense of humor at height, charm, explains cool. Logarithms are not even so boring with her.
- I hope she comes across while there is no mathematics yet - Zhenya answers and straightens her hair so that the heart in my chest begins to beat twice as fast.
At 18 years old, in the absence of, as a rule, a longer relationship than 5 minutes, you make plans for the next couple of years with someone who is at least somehow. At that time I was not particularly attracted to love for one night (oh, it seemed there were a lot of offers), so I was looking for a girl to myself, like in TV shows and movies. and about the plans - it was to me. I found these plans in almost everyone that did not spit in my direction, passing by. in this romantically stupid period, the main thing is not to make the mistake of “marrying a classmate or the first one that will give you”, fearing that she will not get more of such happiness and does not shine from anyone else.
My bright dreams that I should ask her for a phone number, we should meet tomorrow and live together soul to soul, were interrupted by the opening of the door behind which the doctor was sitting. That guy came out, the next one was me.
I sharply realize that while I’m at the doctor’s office, Zhenya can leave, and I will lose her forever. You can’t do that. I let the lady go ahead, showing her that he was a gentleman, and now she will not run away and will not be lost. Deceit and calculation. the wife curtsied and disappeared behind the door. I waited 5 minutes, she appeared with a smile on her face and the words "well, that's it, finally home." I understood that either now or never.
- Zhenya, and let's see each other somehow, go somewhere. Give me your phone number.
- Ok, come on. 8-921-546-21-90.
- Fine, I'll call.
Eugene gave me an air kiss and left. I went to the doctor.
Just call, write was impossible. I would give a horse. According to legend, you have to wait 3 days, but, in my opinion, this is nonsense. All the more so at such moments there are thoughts that in these 3 days you are going to wait in ambush, she will meet another guy, that she will not pull, they will go on a date, and you will go in the ass with your cool strategy. I waited for 10 pm and sent her an SMS:
"Hello, this is Artem, how are you?))"
Silence. Hmm... I sent it again and wrote another in the afternoon:
"Hi, this is Tyoma. you and I sat in a line for a physical examination together, how are you? Met a different Borisovna?"
I’ll move a little away from the topic, but the fun part is that they can respond to a similar message - “who is this?” Once I met a girl in a club, we spent a very drunk night together, and the next evening I decided to write to her, I wanted to see her again because I liked her. And to my "hello, this is Tyoma" the girl replied: "who is this?"
Bane bang, as they say.
With Eugene everything was also answered only by silence. I waited for 5 pm when classes at the institute ended and called. The megaphone told me that such a number does not exist. Have I written the number wrong and made a mistake in the numbers? The following week was the search for a wife at the institute. I constantly looked around, caught her eye, gave the task to all my friends. Unless I had a crystal shoe.
In principle, studies at the beginning of the semester go sideways, and so there was an official reason. So to speak, the search for love. I wandered along the corridors, peered into faces, entered the audience, and about a week and a half later I saw my wife on the stairs from the third to the fourth floor.
- Hello! I’ve been looking for you all this time, I probably wrote down the phone incorrectly, I couldn’t get through, let's check, don’t think, I didn’t want to throw you, it’s just that I was mistaken in the figure - I excitedly excited. because seeing her, my mind already imagined how we walk, holding hands, at the institute in beautiful sweaters and kiss in front of everyone. But Zhenya stood silently. She was embarrassed.
- Hi, yes, one digit is wrong. Last one. Call me.
I called and wrote, but Zhenya abruptly became not so sweet and open to me. I was strewn with arguments that now study is in the first place, and not before walking with men, I thought that she was offended and did not believe that I was really looking for her, and tried to get attention, but it was all in vain, and, in my opinion, we didn’t even go on a date. I didn’t have enough savvy at that time to understand that my wife was most likely just bored by the doctor, and so the dandelion allegedly didn’t bother me, and she specifically gave the wrong phone number, simply because she didn’t want to offend, looking into my eyes.
And probably it’s even right - in those days I didn’t suffer any bullshit, I even went on blind dates, and the first girl, who answered me seriously, was going to get married. It’s good that the truth later parted. Lucky.