Author of quotes: Anna Demidova

Don't remember when I first used the services of call girls. Now I'm 34. Perhaps, after thirty though. This far needs as it did not arise, everything was simple, affordable and easy. Went to a bar met a girl, gave her the fireworks with peacock feathers - and satisfied his baser needs. But at some point became too lazy to respond to messages messenger. Girls still amorous.
- Angela, tell me, why are you doing this?
- I like to fuck. Well, I love sex, Kostya. And for me it's another money to pay.
With these words, Angela-Mary-Kate buttoned up the skirt and went out into the corridor. I even accompany is not. It is necessary to change something in your life. Even prostitutes enjoy their work.

Why, if you're 32, you're not married and quite wealthy, any Masha thinks you can keep her company in the thorny path of life? More precisely, it is you. I'm not a cynic, not a misanthrope not a misogynist. Just at some point, the abundance of female attention to my modest person was to oppress their monotony.

I am generally philosophical about everything, including eternal life, a tour of the hotels. I like my Deluxe room with a king-size bed, but get used to the walls with reproductions of paintings by Monet is pointless.

At a time when there is no strength to endure, do what you want, anything to survive. No judgment, no conscience. Don't need no sympathy, immediately remove all belongings, photos, any reminder pitch in all you social network and firmly pretend that nothing like this ever in your life was not.

At first you think it's a stupid joke. Then, in a moment when all becomes clear, you explode. He is not dead, you're dead, but only alive. Stifled tears so much, so much! Tears, tears, tears... many, many. Them no you will not wipe it. Something happened. Need somewhere to go, something to do, someone to say something. And in these moments it seems that if you do some weird thing, a La promise never to smoke, for example, or lie down in the middle of the road, in the place where the person died, and lie all night - he'll be back. No, Smoking you won't leave, and after lying on the ground - cold.

Do not RUB game about love. If you share a bed with two people, I can assure you: you love only yourself. Well, sex, of course.

Cheating is an art, it's masterful play with the psyche of other people. And God forbid that your was tough and reliable as a Swiss safety Deposit box.

It hurts, it hurts to even think about the past... the Most miserable is the happy people. How does it all survive? How? And why are these mental bruises are painful? Like twisted guts out and they hang down to the floor. Hideous sight and feeling. Time kind of heals the wounds and misconceptions - wait.

How to protect yourself from a painful breakup? Really really not to start them? Indulge in sexual promiscuity and illicit hedonism - to enjoy life, not being attached even to the charging of the phone. Maybe try right?

If I wanted to become a pathologist? Not dreamed of. I knew exactly what this profession is my only vocation. I love the detective part of their profession. That's it, and the solution of death on the surface, but no... the "turn" of the rectum new evidence and suspicions.