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“Often,” he replied.

- My God, of course yes!

So that the ladies looked down on me.

Any of your goals are useless, meaningless and dull if you are not able to feel happiness. Therefore, each of your activities should be a brick not in the wall of your suffering, the wall of crying 25 meters high. Your every action should be a brick in the magnificent castle of your happiness. This is where we need to go, ladies and gentlemen.

- Wouldn't you risk your dick? I asked jokingly. - By the way, I heard how this part of your body is sometimes called Peter. And the Yankees for some reason known only to them - Dick. Once I called one patient who teased me all the time, Clever Dick, so the poor fellow's stitches almost parted from laughter.

wives contain a number of extreme obscenities uttered from the stage. It is quite understandable that after this notification, not a single chaste lady remained in Paris, she would not wish to personally check all the nasty things that Moliere allowed himself to introduce into the play.

Ladies write touchingly, nothing can be done about it.

... It is not enough to guess about something, ladies and gentlemen, so we will not come to anything. We need to understand the problem and immediately identify it!

• I have enough patience, kindness and will for everyone. But will I have enough strength - I don't know!

- Oh my God. My mother warned me that this happens to pretty boys in the big city.

Why are books on cosmetics and psychology popular with women, and physics for men? Ladies are often dissatisfied with themselves and try to change themselves. And men are satisfied with themselves, their universe does not suit them.

If you start dressing up women for men, ladies in short dresses with a neckline in the back and front, in full ennoble, in lacquer red boots to the belly button and with such whistles will walk along the plinth.

I've always loved courage.
And thoughtfulness.
Incredible rarity in people.
And not innate, ladies and gentlemen, it's not planets, not parents, not society decides whether to be anemic anonymous moronic or to be brave and thoughtful to you.
Is it you.

“My eyes are much higher,” the girl said without any expression, exactly following John's movements. The journalist's remark made him smile: she hinted so subtly that he was forbidden to look into the neckline of her dress.
“You leave no chance for your admirers,” Lugo said, looking up. - For many men, rings on ladies' fingers are just an adornment, but hanging on a chain will be more serious. It's like a stop sign. If others who attended this celebration only pretend to be inaccessible and indifferent to acquaintance with a certain subtext, thereby trying to fill themselves up and interest themselves, you don't have to pretend - I see coldness in your eyes, even, it seems, my fingertips , in contact with your skin, go numb from your indifference to this kind of topic. It makes you desirable.
They, looking into each other's eyes as opponents studying their opponent, made a circle in a dance.
- Really? - complete indifference sounded in Nikki's intonation.
- I think that girls are too accessible, not only in terms of sex, but in terms of permissiveness, and if you add excessive stickiness, they only repel guys. We need to feel like a hunter. When a dead mouse is lying near your feet, which agrees to everything and at the same time considers itself a wild panther, it looks pathetic. Wretched, ”Lugo spoke every word clearly. - In addition, such girls by their behavior provoke the fact that they are used, in principle, there is a similar category of guys. Such people are used for their own purposes, often intimate, but I would never associate my life with a girl who at the very first meeting jumped into my bed, allowing me to do whatever I want with herself. Can you guess why?
- Because she can jump into another's bed with the same ease? Liebert suggested.
- Exactly. Why do I need a Sharing Girl? - said the birthday boy, circling with Nikki in a dance and not paying attention to the others. - Therefore, against the general background, you look regal. Not because you supposedly turn up your nose, but because you know your worth. You understand what you need and you won’t be exchanged for a small coin. Even here you came for some of your goals.
- Why did you decide that? - this time there was a slight interest.
- Why do they come to such events? Lugo nodded toward the bar. - Over there, the desire of many becomes especially clear: to find someone for themselves. Who exactly - this is already of secondary importance. Many ladies from the audience, as soon as I beckon them with my hand, will rush to my neck, not because they like me especially, but from an elementary calculation: a man who is able to organize such a party has some money in his pocket.
“And they are rather big,” Liebert said.
“Yes,” John didn’t deny. - Some are looking for a sponsor, others are sexual adventures, but they all stand out very clearly from the crowd, no matter how much they want to hide it. After observing them a little or exchanging a couple of phrases - that's all. You already know who came and why. Look and body language betray them. Your body signals that you are not looking for a lover or sponsor.
- Maybe I came just to have fun? - said the girl, turning on its axis, slightly touching Lugo's hand, which he held above her head.
“You are too serious for a person who came to dance,” the man objected, drawing Nikki to him again and entering a new dance circle with her.
- Perhaps I'm a good actress?
- No, Nikki, you are not playing. Otherwise, they would have already launched a female weapon of incredible power - coquetry.
- Yes, and you, as I understand it, are not trying to achieve something from the points that have been voiced, - said the journalist. - Otherwise they would not have spoken to me so openly.
- It seemed to me that you are one of those women who love truthfulness and straightforwardness. Am I wrong, Miss Liebert?
- Do we know you? the girl asked warily.
- Rather, it is a one-sided acquaintance. Or rather, even with your work. I read the last articles that you wrote - I want to say that you have the gift of expressing your thoughts and observations. Even then I thought it was nice to be with you and talk to you. Thank you for coming to my birthday today and allowing you to personally verify the veracity of my assumption, - the music died down, and Lugo, completing their dance, made a bow. “And thank you for our dance, Nikki.
He straightened up and, stepping closer to her so that she would surely hear him, added:
- I feel pride in you. Perfectly. This means that you will not grovel in front of the strong and will not sell out to the one who pays the most. I understand such things ... I wish you to continue to be as you are now.
- Thank you ... - said the journalist. - I want to wish ...
But she could not finish: Lugo raised his finger to her lips and, shaking his head, quietly stretched out:
- Shhhhhh ... I already have everything. And I don't need anything else. Perhaps I would like to be closer to you ... but someone else managed to win your heart. Even if I try to get you, it will get you nowhere. You even never they didn't try to flirt with me. I even envy that lucky man whose ring you have on your neck. I hope he is worthy of you. And you know, taking this opportunity, I want to tell you one secret, which is hardly such, purely because of male solidarity towards your chosen one: the wrong women - selfish, stupid conversations, boring and monotonous - squeeze men out like an orange in a juicer. Correct - invigorate like matins dew! Stay "correct" from now on.
John, just like at the very beginning, took Nikki's hand and, kissing the back of her hand and making a bow, went into the crowd.