Sergei Minayev. The Heifers. A tale of false love (№ 144731)

Women - this is my career, my poetry, my University, or something... No, of course I was never a gigolo. Just through women learned life, different social backgrounds, different businesses, parties. They led me forward, I was guided in this world by the outbreak of passions is worse than beacons. I all the time was not enough, I keep someone fascinated in someone in love, someone fall in love with, someone won. And winning, immediately began to fight for their freedom. It's a vicious circle. Now I realize that we still love each other mutually - the world of girls and Andrey Mirkin. I'm polygamous and quickly Presidium, they are terrible possessive and insatiable animals. But without each other we can't, "this is love", the song "Mumiy Troll". Yes, indeed - I may not meet the standard for a reliable life partner, but create for each her own world. Tell me, is it possible for it to blame the young man? Overall I am the perfect reincarnation of Casanova: single, fascinated and windy. I don't ask much, I just need to constantly surprise. Unlike modern men, I don't treat the woman like a rubber doll, which in addition has to feed and clothe. For me, each of them - the universe. Is it my fault that other universe is smaller than my kitchen? I am a researcher, not a stripper. I always need new discoveries. Is that too much to ask?