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My mom set me up on a blind date. Little revenge

Is it possible to find a loved one through dating sites? Aren't these blind dates essentially a blind date with life itself? After all, who knows what road such a “blind” meeting will lead a person to. Georgian director Levan Koguashvili devoted his film to such an unusual topic.

In 2013, a film called "Blind Dates" co-produced by Georgia and Ukraine was released, and in 2014 at the XV European Film Festival in Lecce (Italy), the film received the main prize - "Golden Olive Tree" - "z but the ability to tell a complex dramatic story with the ease, humor and beauty of poetry.".

The protagonist of the film, 40-year-old Sandro, a silent and intelligent history teacher from Tbilisi, still lives with his parents. His mother has long dreamed of grandchildren, and a strict father teaches his son how to choose the right wife for himself. But Sandro has no luck with women, although he and his friend Iva are actively looking for them on dating sites.

The entire film is filled with various metaphorical allusions. Ironically, one of the girls is blind, and the blind date takes on a literal meaning. At the same time, there are no explicit scenes or exciting action in the film. Meetings of heroes pass without any romance. Even when couples go to cheap hotels, they sit modestly on the bed and chat about nothing. Or they are awkwardly silent, as if some mechanism has broken inside them.

After another bad blind date, Sandro finally meets Manana and falls in love with her. He confesses to this nondescript woman that he has never felt as good with anyone as with her. But soon it turns out: Manana is married, and her husband is just getting out of prison. Sandro decides to meet Tengo at the prison building and talk to him "like a man", but at the first glance at his lawful husband, he immediately loses the desire to conduct a dialogue with him.

...But it's too late to retreat. Sandro pretends to be a taxi driver, Tengo hires him for a trip, and our three heroes set off on an endless journey through the outskirts of Tbilisi. When you watch this film, you get the feeling that the director decided to show the viewer the reverse side of the medal of the Georgian capital. Behind the gloss and luxury of tourist and advertising booklets about the city, ruins and poverty are hidden. Here live ordinary people with medium and low incomes. They still believe in love, only love in this life must be fought for, otherwise everything around will remain empty and gray.

In the course of the film, Sandro finds himself in a series of various social clashes: with the woman he likes, her criminal husband, his relatives, his mistress ... He is carried away by this whirlpool of events, but he behaves completely passively, having neither strength nor desire or change.

Sandro is not only resigned to his monotonous life, but he does not fight either. He, rather, got used to it and seemed to be watching life from the side. When circumstances prompt him to act, he chooses the simplest solution - conciliation. Sandro cannot be called a desperate or lost person - all his actions are sincere and kind, and he does them mechanically.

It is no coincidence that the film is called "Blind Dates": it is safe to say that the main character has "vision problems." Sandro, as it were, has ceased to feel the colors of life and, due to his own "blindness", seems doomed to loneliness. And the worst thing is that the hero does not seek to "see the light" and change anything in his life.

The film has an open ending. Manana, Sandro's beloved woman, encourages him: “You will still find a good woman,” and the main character, played so talentedly by Andro Sakvarelidze, leaves ... He goes nowhere ... And the viewer can only guess how his future life will turn out with such passive nature and lack of goals.

In my opinion, the film is interesting for everyone, but I would especially recommend watching it for men. Suddenly, someone recognizes himself in Sandro, “sees the light” and tries to change his life for the better.

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Epic failures happen to everyone. But when this happens on a date, and even on the very first date, there is, of course, no time for jokes (although such situations cause laughter through tears). But we hope that everything will end well for the heroes of our selection, and we just have to not repeat the mistakes of others.

I decided to show off in front of the guy and cook a bunch of all sorts of sweets. I cut a couple of salads, smeared the chicken with mustard and honey and put it together with potatoes in the oven to bake, I bought a cake. Bottom line: the mayonnaise that I dressed the salads turned out to be spoiled (yes, I know that it was necessary to check, but damn it!), I forgot to turn on the oven, and the meat and potatoes remained raw, and the cream from the cake, which included nuts (as it turned out ), the guy has a wild allergy.

Today I went on a date, the guy said that he only wants a son, attention: because the son is the heir. I wonder what kind of inheritance is there if this guy borrowed three hundred rubles from me so that we would pay in half for dinner.

I recently met a girl. After several dates in a cafe, we decided to sit at home. A date has been set, everything has been decided: he comes to visit me, and I have dinner and everything that comes with it. On the appointed day, for some reason, she changed her mind about going, invited me to her place. I went into the kitchen: there were potatoes in their skins and sour cream on the table... Like a fool, I cooked stuffed fish, salads...

With beloved 5 years together already. When he invited me on the first date, he had to come for me. I climbed onto the windowsill to see how he would enter, I was very worried and, apparently, at the moment when I entered the house, I got distracted. He abruptly rings the doorbell, I get entangled in the curtain from a happy surprise and fall from the windowsill! The first date at the tram station was spent with a broken arm, but I was happy!

It was in the 70s. My mother, then a student, was invited on a date by a Uruguayan student. If anyone does not know, in Soviet times, foreigners were perceived almost like princes. My mother was terribly worried, so during the meeting she kept quiet and nodded, saying “yes”. The foreigner at first spoke very briskly, but by the end of the meeting he was completely wilted and looked very upset. In the future, he did not even say hello. After some time, it turned out by chance: even on a date, he began to suspect that, slyly squinting, my mother was saying something like “yes, snakes.” At home I double-checked in the dictionary - and for sure!

My dad loves me very much and is jealous. I remember my first date: me, a guy, a cozy cafe, nice music - and dad, who is sitting at the next table, eating pizza and looking at us without blinking.

I was preparing a girlfriend for a date for 4 hours, and later it turned out that the guy just mixed up the dialogues and accidentally wrote to her ... Guys, I can’t stand the third bottle of wine!

First blind date... I'm all beautiful, joyful and excited on my way to the meeting. I decided to arrive earlier than the appointed time and drink coffee in order to calm down and get used to the new environment. I order coffee, I sit and drink, all so mysterious ... And then the lid from this fucking glass falls off, and everything spreads over my snow-white jacket. I run to the toilet to wash - all the jeans are wet, the jacket too. The same guy is calling, I’m all angry, red as a tomato, I’m coming out of the toilet, I’m heading towards him, his eyes widen, and he’s probably praying that the impending tomato in the coffee grounds isn’t the same, in his opinion, beautiful girl, but prayers are not helped.

Yesterday I was walking with a young man: our first date, and I talk, talk, talk ... I even felt embarrassed because I constantly talk. He still can’t keep up the conversation, but in the end squeezes out of himself: “Oh, look how beautiful the asphalt is!” Okay, I think you can just listen.

My sister works in a marriage agency. I am an unmarried girl, and she has already tortured me with her constant promising offers. The other day I agreed. My sister made me a date in an expensive restaurant with the "cutest," as she put it, man. I came there. Grandpa was sitting at the table. He's 68. He flew in from New Zealand for a date...

I am 23, a girl, I work, my salary is 25 thousand, I do not refuse the help of my parents. Sometimes I even ask for money. I live with them in different cities (housing is not rented). It is always a shame to ask them for money, I dream that I myself will help them. And then I meet a guy, he is 28, all so successful and cool. He invites me on a date to a restaurant, orders expensive champagne, steaks, dessert. Paying by card - there are not enough funds on the account. He calmly picks up the phone, calls his mother and, in the voice of a bunny boy, asks her “right now” to throw him money on the card through the application. And he announced another amount, 2 times the bill. This meeting with him was the last. I decided to get serious about budgeting. As if looking at yourself from the side.

I read that wearing a hat makes your hair greasy. I washed my hair, the guy called me on a date. It's cold outside - without a hat is not an option. Well, I think I’ll put on a rubber hat for the pool under a knitted hat, my hair will remain clean, but I don’t seem to have to take it off anyway. The date went well, and now, in a fit of passion, we are already going up the elevator to my house ... Then he pulls off my top knitted hat ... and puts on display a bright red rubber one.

Once I went on a date with a guy, and during the walk we were barked by a small vicious dog. And my gentleman barked at her in response, so loudly that she almost peed from fear along with her mistress. To say I was shocked is an understatement. Now we are married, and during quarrels, I always remember this story to prove how inadequate he is.

She agreed to a date with a man: he persuaded me for a very long time and persistently. We walked along the embankment. For two hours he told me what a tough warrior he is, a sniper, knocking down a target with his eyes closed. And then, as if by magic, a shooting gallery appears on our way, where you can win a toy. Out of 10, he knocked out 1 and refused, they say, everything is set up here, they will strangle themselves for a toy. And then I knocked out 10 out of 10, handed him the huge duck I won and wished him good luck. Girl, Candidate Master of Sports in shooting from a small-caliber rifle.

My boyfriend is an outdoor enthusiast. He loves to go to the mountains, relax in nature. For the first date, he invited me to, in his words, "the most beautiful and fashionable place in the city." I was sure that this is a new club that opened not so long ago. Undressed - dress, shoes, everything. And we arrived at the rocky beach. Yes, really beautiful. Only on the stones I almost broke my legs. And in the end, the guy suggested that I climb a mountain with a rather steep slope to watch the sunset. We've been dating for 5 years and I don't have high heels in my wardrobe at all.

Once I went on a date with a young man. And, to her misfortune, she put on a bikini for this occasion, and not a simple one, but with purple satin ribbons on the sides. We are walking, so we are chatting, and then the guy says that my shoelaces are untied. I know that I don’t have any laces, but still I look at my skirt, and I see: a painfully familiar satin ribbon is trailing behind my boot along the asphalt! Under the guise of tying non-existent laces, I had to hide the treacherously fallen shorts in my boot without a trace.

I was 14-15 years old, I came on a date to the object of adoration: autumn, dampness, etc., but like love. And, as usual, he forgot, he had already fallen out of love ... And now I’m standing at the bus stop and crying, it’s raining, so you can’t see that there are tears. The girl comes up with an umbrella and stands next to me silently, I then thought that this aunt was an adult, but now I understand that she was 20–25 years old. I’m 40 soon, but I remember all my life: so carefully and warmly, like nothing special, but her look told me everything. There are still more good people, don't forget about it.

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Little revenge

"Blind date!"

Will you order anything else? - for the third time today, the waitress asked me.

A dark-haired girl, dressed in a neat uniform, unobtrusively circled the hall, managing to keep the tables clean and maintain a comfortable atmosphere in the hall.

No, bring the bill, please, I asked politely.

A minute later, a bill was placed on the edge of my table, and I still continued to think about why I agreed? She knew that nothing good would come of it, but she went anyway. And was it worth it? Of course not!

I was "pushed" like I don't even know who! Like a high school girl!

Strongly indignant at this fact, she paid for tea, cake and, leaving a generous tip to the tactful waitress, left the restaurant.

A cool breeze blew outside, ruffling my hair as I made my way to the car. The fact that the wind tousled my hair, I found out when I removed the alarm, got behind the wheel of my car and looked at the rear-view mirror. While I was smoothing my hair, the phone rang.

Well, how is your daughter? Is the date already over? How was it? Well, come on, tell me, - Mommy chattered, not even giving the opportunity to insert a word.

Yes, everything is great! I began exaggeratedly. And after a couple of moments, she added a little angrily: - He did not come. Why did you only send me on this "blind date"? To disgrace? She said it was a bad idea...

How did it not come? - Wedged into my monologue, the surprised voice of the mother.

So he didn't come. I've been waiting for him for two hours. But he didn't show up. Didn't even warn you!

My indignation knew no bounds. How can you do this to a person. For me, every minute counts. Especially now, when my company is preparing to conclude an important contract.

I will solve this problem,” my mother said seriously.

You don't have to decide anything. Do nothing at all. Send me information about this person, and then I will decide everything myself, ”she cut off her mother sharply. And then I have such that she will turn half the world upside down in order to avenge her daughter. And now, this man also let her down, so it’s better to deal with him myself, it will remain safer. Probably…

Herself? Sure?

Yes, of course I'm sure.

As you say, - without much enthusiasm answered my mother.

Okay, Mom, I'm waiting for the information.

I'll send it soon, - my mother answered and hung up.

Very well! She muttered under her breath and started the car. An hour later I was at home. And after two, after a hot bath and a delicious dinner, I completely forgot about my indignation and all the rest of the negativity.

But I was not allowed to enjoy peace and tranquility for a long time. First, the assistant called, then the lawyer, followed by information about the “dynamist” from my mother, the lawyer called back, the manager sent copies of the report, the assistant drafted the contract ...

And I realized that these two hours, during which I ordered not to disturb me, passed like in paradise. Having spent the whole evening and half of the night, I nevertheless figured out the documents, but I no longer had the desire and strength to read about the “dynam driver”. So I put it aside and went to sleep.

In the morning, after drinking a cup of coffee, I arrived at my firm. Today was an important day. Contract signing. This, as usual, took several hours. Those with whom we entered into an agreement, at the last minute, suddenly decided that some adjustments needed to be made. Like, it doesn't get old!

And I'm getting old! Especially the fact that they didn't announce it beforehand. But I didn’t quarrel with anyone, swallowing my irritation, ordered the lawyer to make these changes and a couple of others that were beneficial to me. And then, after asking a couple of times: “Are you happy with everything?” And having received a positive response, they began to sign.

As soon as all this nonsense was over and I managed to breathe calmly, I realized that I was very hungry. But they didn't let me eat.

Sofia Mikhailovna, here. The contract is drawn up and filed, - Anya said, holding out a folder of papers to me. - And here is a proposal for the conclusion of a fixed-term contract. Viktor Romanovich looked it over while I was working with these documents and said that it was a very profitable contract and it should be concluded.

Call him, please. Also, when are they waiting for an answer?

I'm talking about a fixed term contract. A man sits in the waiting room, has been waiting for several hours. I told him that you were busy and that you would have to wait a long time, but he did not leave.

OK Go.

After a couple of minutes, Victor entered the office and it began ...

Do you know our main competitors? - he asked.

I know, I mumbled unhappily.

Do you know that the prosecutor's office checked them yesterday?

No, - I answered honestly, surprised.

Who would have thought that I would ever go on a blind date. That's right, Mom might have thought. After my recent breakup with Finn, I didn't care about my personal life at all. And my mother's golden hands took up my "personal happiness". She just couldn't sit and watch me lose heart. As from a radiant blonde, I turned into a working mole. It’s not that I especially loved my job, it just helped me focus and get rid of unnecessary thoughts. Thoughts that firmly climbed and filled my blond head, not giving a day not to remember this long-haired "handsome" Finn. I don’t even remember why we broke up, either because of the lack of joint escort time, or because of my sometimes sweet stupidity and his eternal self-centeredness.

Well, okay, now it’s not about that, but about already boring dates. I can already be called a specialist in ridiculous excuses and inconspicuous escapes. When the person sitting opposite me starts to get bored or becomes another one of the bores, I ask for time off to go to the toilet and run out of a coffee or a restaurant without fawn, sometimes it doesn’t work and they notice me, which doesn’t happen often, I’m a professional in imperceptible disappearance, I’m straight as an invisible person, here I am, and after a couple of seconds I was gone. But there are also big-eyed ones who apparently do not take their eyes off the restroom waiting for me, here my sudden headache or twisting of the stomach comes to the rescue. Of course, all partners, like the last gentlemen, are in my position. They take me home and then shower me with compliments about how wonderful they spent the day with me, how they would like to repeat everything already on the second date and ask them to call when it gets better. Well, what am I, making an innocent lamb out of myself, nodding positively, kissing on the cheek and clapping big eyelashes, I promise to call back.

I don’t understand where my mother gets so many men from and they are all different. Either an athlete is a heavy athlete, or some kind of batan, who has only recently got out of a provincial laboratory.

Probably the most painful date of all was the one I was invited to by a seemingly respectable man of about 30, at my age of 24 the difference is not very big, but that's not the point. Firstly, our date took place at one of the NBA sites, where the teams of Atlanta and Detroit fought for the victory. Secondly, our seats were almost near the first row and all the noise and op was directed in our direction, it’s not that I don’t like basketball or all other sports, I’m very athletic and I inadvertently take a great interest in many kinds, but to take the girl on the first a date in a large enclosed space with an audience of thousands, yelling and scolding at pretty sweaty players, this is very strange and unusual, but it's not the worst thing. The worst thing was that my escort for that evening behaved like he was not adequate. He shouted, waved his jacket over his head, threw peanuts, couplet and me, at everyone in a row and in other things did not notice me at all. Of course, it seemed that it could be even worse, but I relaxed in vain then, due to the fact that many fans complained about us to the guards, although I sat like a mouse in a hole, sometimes raising my head from the phone to the game, we were kicked out for scruff to all hell from the site. Well, it’s not right, in principle, I would also get rid of the raging fan in their place, but I have nothing to do with it, I didn’t know him at all, only he had such a strange name - Gustus, although it was ideal for his image.

Today was one of those evenings that have already become a habit. What I knew about today's guy: according to my mother, a handsome foreigner who came from France and did not know English at all, his name seems to be Bellamy. That's how she imagined our acquaintance, we will communicate in sign language, but arguing with Abby in vain is only worse for ourselves. So everything will go according to the usual plan: come, turn on all your charms, fool around, for free, if you're lucky, relax, try to relax and leave at the right moment.

Are you ready, Clark? - Mom looked into my room, catching me working with documents.

Another minute and I can go out, - without even paying attention to Abby's gloomy face, I continue to rummage through the sheets.

Are you going to wear this to the expensive restaurant that Bellamy made your appointment to?

And what is wrong? The dress is quite nice - well, how nice, I usually wear it for family dinners.

It doesn't fit the dress code at all. Get out, give me your new turquoise dress, it sits very nicely on you, - Abby pulled out the dress and put it on my body, - Bellamy will like it.

But in it I feel almost naked - the dress was above the knee with a flared bottom, with open shoulders, without straps, to this whole set there was an addition in the form of a very decent neckline.

And there is nothing to hide what nature did not skimp on and endowed you with - in some ways my mother was right, nature clearly did not regret and gave me a chic figure, which did what it did, which attracted not modest looks of people in my direction.

Am I really supposed to go there? It seems to me that my head is spinning - I playfully order my eyes and show off my forehead.

Yes. Clarke, such an enviable guy as Bellamy, will not always be waiting, do not be afraid of crowds of girls running after him.

But he does not understand our language at all.

It seems like a translator should come with him, so everything is in order - super, just class, what a date it is when someone else is present along with the main persons. This will definitely be the most unusual date ever.

You promised that the last blind date would be the last, - I began to whine in an unhappy tone.

Everyone, this is definitely the last one. And I will give you freedom.

Good. I went, a taxi is already waiting for me, - kissing my mother on the cheek, I looked at myself in the mirror for the last time and, making sure that I looked acceptable, ran out of the house.

Am I worried? The anxiety problem disappeared from me after probably the 6th date. I realized that, in principle, all men are the same in character and structure. With them, you just had to be more liberated and less constrained, more open and less closed in your thoughts. Maybe at first my palms were sweaty, but with the number of dates, practice came, and an excellent perception of the whole situation. Now I could already calmly catch the thoughts of the person opposite, whether he is bored, whether something bothers him, you need to be more feminine and mysterious with him, or vice versa, more free and loose.

Driving up to a huge bright sign with the name of the restaurant, I paid the taxi driver for the fare, looked at the phone if I was late, making sure that I had arrived even fifteen minutes earlier, got out of the car and approached the girl behind the counter.

Hello. My partner, Bellamy Blake, had a table booked for seven o'clock." The brown-haired Asian woman nodded and looked at the order book.

Oh well, Mr. Blake hasn't shown up yet, so I'll show you to your table - didn't show up, that's the first time I've come first, I've never bothered to wait for anyone in my life, it's usually the other way around.

After passing a decent half of the hall, the girl pointed to a far table in a secluded place, with a perfect view of the entire luxurious restaurant.

Have a good time Miss...

Griffin, - I immediately blurted out.

Miss Griffin, - the brown-haired woman smiled sweetly and retired back to her rightful place.

Yes, the place was really chic - large golden chandeliers, red oak tables, pleasantly smelling flowers decorated the walls, classical music played softly, filling the entire space, waiters in a strictly black and white dress code. The atmosphere of bliss and tranquility.

Checking my mobile again, I was convinced that the time had come to the appointed time, exactly seven. Looking at the front door, every minute my nerves were naughty, but as expected at exactly seven, a tall brunette in a strict black suit approached the girl behind the counter. Behind me, in no less elegant clothes, a girl approached, as apparently an interpreter. Exhaling with relief that there would be more than two men sitting at the table, I straightened my hair and tinted my lips with red lipstick.

From a distance, it was impossible to determine whether my gentleman was handsome, but with accuracy it could be argued that he had a muscular figure and an excellent style of dress.

With moderate but steady steps, Bellamy approached our table with the interpreter.

Bonjour, - the brunette greeted me and, like a true gentleman, kissed my hand.

Bonjour, - it's good that once at school I bothered to attend a couple of French courses, otherwise now I would look very confused.

Vous disent ressemble à Clark, - my God, what a voice, so gentle and velvety.

You look great, Clark, - at first I did not immediately pay attention to the translator, all my attention was paid to the elegant Frenchman, but turning my head in her direction, I forgot how to breathe.

Diamond-green eyes looked straight into the soul, brown hair lay softly on a business black jacket, a tender smile played on plump scarlet lips. Skin as dark as silk. If angels came down from heaven, she would be one of them.

I am your translator today. My client is not very good at speaking English so that you will often have to talk to me, - the brunette extended her hand to me in greeting.

I don't mind, - I smiled stupidly, which caused a sincere smile from the girl.

Comment allez vous? - Bellamy began the dialogue, tearing me out of his thoughts and interrupting our eye contact with the translator.

How are you doing? - Sitting down at a nearby chair, the brunette translated.

Maybe "you". Fine.

Vous pouvez sur le "tu". Bien, - Lord, her voice is mesmerizing. Do I really want to listen to her more than my boyfriend?

pov lexa

This Clarke is very beautiful. Well, who am I lying to, she's stunning. She is just the ideal of my girlfriend - golden hair, blue eyes like the ocean, although rather like the sky, a toned figure, chic shapes. Wait, I'm not allowed to fall in love with my clients' partners, but how can I resist her. Her charming smile, delicate skin and somewhat sweet hoarseness in her voice.

That's how everything is always for someone, but for someone, like me, nothing. Someone has a great date with a radiant, buxom blonde, and someone sits and looks at it all.

Le lui demander à quoi il s "intéresse (Ask her what she is interested in) - if only Clarke knew how boring and selfish these rich people are, she would immediately leave here and not waste her precious time on him.

What do you do in your free time, Clark? Are there any hobbies, hobbies?

I love art, especially drawing. From childhood, my father brought up in me a love for painting, but life did not turn out the way I would like and I had to say goodbye to the dream of an artist.

What happened? - the artist means interesting.

The death of my father devastated my heart and my mother and I went completely into work. I am in legal problems, my mother is in medicine.

I'm sorry, - turning back to Bellamy, I began to translate, - Elle aime l "art, en particulier à dessiner. Elle la mort de mon père, de sorte qu" ils sont mère enfoncèrent dans le travail. Elle est juriste, et une mère médecin (She loves art, especially drawing. Her father died, so she and her mother went into work. She works as a lawyer, and her mother is a doctor)

Quelle est-elle ennuyeuse. Bien que la figurine de ce qu "il faut (She's kind of boring. Although the figure is what you need), - here is the cable, well she doesn’t know what he said, otherwise she would definitely leave a slap on his cheek.

Me lui et de le traduire? (Should I translate it to her like that?), - I smiled sarcastically.

Non bien sûr, Lexa! (Of course not, Lexa) - why don't you want her to know what you really are.

Lexa... - as if tasting the name Clarke, the way she pronounces my name makes me shudder, - Is that your name?

Yes, - I answered shyly, but at the same time calmly.

A beautiful name, not like Bellamy.” A chuckle escaped from Clarke's beautiful lips.

Que dit-elle? (What did she say?) - something that would kill your pride.

Elle aime votre nom (She likes your name) - well, that's why I put work above all else. Maybe this time the heart will take first place, and then the mind.

Encore ne serait-elle pas aimé (I wish she didn't like it) - not well, it looks decent, so why is it an egoist inside.

pov clark

From the whole dialogue with Lexa, one can say, I realized that Bellamy is not such an interesting person, and I seem to be boring to him. Still a simple provincial, without such interests as going to clubs and secular receptions. We are very different and it is unlikely that we would have succeeded. Knowing French at 2, but still knowing it, I was able to make out their dialogue a couple of times. And either I heard, or it seemed, but Lex did not translate everything as it is.

Sometimes I noticed obscene words in his sentences, I certainly learned them in the courses in order to discreetly call my classmates names.

Lexa was very nice to me and listened to my every story, my every ridiculous situation, laughing and trying to translate everything Bellamy in a nutshell. She shared her experience in dating, said that Bellamy is her frequent client and that usually everything always ends not very well, but or sex without commitment.

A sharp and apparently very important call interrupted our conversation.

Excusez-moi, c "est sur le travail. (Excuse me, this is at work) - leaving our company, Bellamy left the table and went to the far corner.

I glanced at Lexa and said, almost in a whisper:

And how are they ... ahem ... during sex they understand each other .. ahem ... are you lying next to them there? - God, how stupid I am, but a sincere laugh that flew out of Lexa's mouth made it clear that I was very funny.

Of course, I translate their every moan. Ah-ah-ah.

Lexa, - elbowing her in the side, so that she would stop parodying moans. I wish I could hear those pleas below me. As if reading my thoughts, the brunette bit her lower lip and drove me into the paint.

Does it bother you? - what a strange question, there is a crowd of people, and she is moaning, of course embarrassing, - Otherwise you all blushed.

Oh yes? I need to go to the restroom, - without thinking for a long time, I got up and almost ran, looking out the toilet with my eyes.

This girl has such an impact on me. Only now I did not regret that I put on this sexy dress. I would not want to sit in front of such a beauty in ordinary clothes.

Going to the mirror, I rinsed my face with cool water and straightened my makeup. The door opened wide and Lexa walked in. After looking through all the booths, making sure that we were alone, she came up to me and turned me around to face her.

You're so cute when you're embarrassed," the brunette whispered, tucking a strand of my hair behind her ear.

And you are so sexy when you moan - since when do I have so much straightforwardness and determination.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing heart. Her body was so close that it almost pressed me into the sink. Her hands held on to the edges on either side of me. His eyes seemed to be trying to read his thoughts, and his tongue traced circles on his lips.

What are you thinking, Clark? - about how close, but at the same time, so far away you are from me now.

About you…

A second, and I feel her burning breath on my neck, she inhaled my aroma with full breasts. Another one, and now her lips were millimeters away from mine. Like a second, but it lasts forever. All feelings have long been aggravated and it is unrealistic to want only one thing. To taste her scarlet lips, wherever possible.

I don’t know how long we stood like that, but every cell was already burning with desire. Unable to resist, I leaned forward almost touching her lips, stopping only to be completely sure of my actions. Lexa smiled and, not wanting to decide whether we were doing the right thing or the wrong thing, met my bottom lip.

The kiss was almost weightless, gentle and so necessary. Everything that bothered me just a couple of seconds ago seemed so insignificant and completely unimportant. What was happening right now was the best thing I could do.

The creak of the door destroyed all that idyll that none of us wanted to let go. Two ladies entered the dressing room and glanced at us.

Don't you want to score on Bellamy and continue in my room, - Lexa whispered, biting her earlobe.

Women also had to endure many disappointments in similar situations. Today, victims share their memories.

Reason for jealousy

I will never forget one of my dates - shock, awe and thriller. I quarreled with my boyfriend, and my friend decided to comfort me. “I have a cool boyfriend for you,” he says. I showed him a photo on the Internet, like nothing, and I agreed. He called me on the phone and in a very pleasant voice invited me on a date. In anticipation, I brought beauty - and forward. And I myself secretly dream that mine would see us with this gentleman and become jealous. I’m walking, suddenly some kind of nightmare with a huge head, humpbacked and with thin, thin legs taxis out towards me. I look at his face for a long time and understand that it is he. I pulled on myself courtesy, and I myself think how to quickly carry my legs away and just not to meet anyone. We go, we are silent, he holds me with a sticky hand (he must have been nervous). Less than ten minutes later, the law of meanness began to work: my young man was walking straight at us. You should have seen his eyes - crazy! And yes, it hurts me to remember. Probably, if I walked naked down the street, I wouldn't be so ashamed!

Christina, 28 years old, Rostov-on-Don

Kissing Master

We met this boy on the Internet. Something about him was such that I agreed to a date. It was a wonderful autumn, warm and very beautiful. We walked for a long time, chatted nicely. Then we reached a bench on the embankment and sat down. And then ... I want to say that I have nothing against some bodily contact on the first date. So when he kissed me, I wasn't particularly tense. But gradually...

Usually my mom doesn't bother me on dates, but luckily, she called me. Never before have I been so pleased with a phone call. He gave me a reason: I lied about the forgotten keys and quickly ran away. I felt completely nauseated and for another three months I could not look at young people without disgust.

Vika, 22 years old, St. Petersburg

Blind date

Five years ago, I was a fool, a fool, I loved intrigues and adventures on my own head. Once I went to first date blindly. We met on the phone (he didn’t get there), agreed to meet at the casino. Said he'd drive up in a cherry car. Naturally, I dressed up, I'm waiting. Indeed: a cherry ... "six" drives up, and a "handsome man" falls out of it - such a shaved ambal, his face is shiny, his eyes are swollen and glow with anything but intelligence. This is what I got into! It was another day: he dragged me to the park, where he selflessly shot at the shooting range, then weighed himself on musical scales, crowed in some kind of competition and sang karaoke. Then I listened to a long lecture about how smart and handsome he is. What a cool sales rep he is and stuff like that. Thank God, he turned out to be a harmless fool, he didn’t have to take his legs off. Of course, we never saw each other again. The most stupid date ever.

Lena, 23 years old, Yekaterinburg

Poor student

I met one guy in a chat, agreed to meet. Almost immediately after “Hello, I’m Igor,” he warned me that he was just a poor student and he not only didn’t have a car, but even had no money for a cafe. But this, they say, is still glamorous rubbish, and therefore we'd better go for a walk.

We walk, that means, for two hours along the cold streets (the wind was vile), and he explains to me what all these rich people are - bastards, thieves, bastards, rednecks. And how unbearable it is for a decent person to live in a corrupt, ruthless world. When a good intelligent upbringing interferes with stealing, and "rich freaks" do not allow you to earn normally. Now, if someone left him an inheritance or gave him a couple of apartments in the city center, then yes, he would, of course, be promoted. But in another way, you see, it’s impossible to live in any way ... When he called me a few days later, I sent him ...

Lera, 22 years old, St. Petersburg

Cake lover

In youth, everything is very romantic and exciting - every woman knows this. Especially when you are preparing and looking forward to it. Then, later, dates become more everyday and boring, even the first ones. As if the same banal scenario is being played out - we agreed, met, went to a cafe, chatted on some abstract topic, then decided the question “to me or to you”, and the topic is closed. But recently I had an unexpected date that destroyed the boring habitual scheme ... We went into a cafe with him and ordered tea with a bunch of cakes. By the way, he chose - I remember, I also thought, oh, what a sweet tooth. Having eaten 6 or 7 pieces and washed down with three cups of tea, he began to look nervously towards the exit. I understood everything when the bill was brought: the poor man twitched like a shot hare. I had to pay for everything myself. For some reason, it became very easy, fun and bitter at the same time. Feel sorry for yourself. After the cafe, we immediately broke up with him, of course, forever. And now I’m thinking: “Maybe the person just wanted to eat?”

Olga, 35 years old, Saratov

Authoritarian businessman

A friend asked me to go instead of her first date with some "cool businessman" (she could not go herself). She, too, had not yet seen him in the eyes, but it seemed to be nothing. And my friend and I are very similar. We agreed to meet in a cozy expensive cafe in the city center. I settled down on the couch there, took off my shoes, sip a martini, a cigarette, the music is quiet. I'm waiting. I don’t have him for half an hour, I don’t have an hour. Only some nerd aged nervously walks around the hall.

I call a friend: "Where is he?" - "Where are you? He heated my phone, an hour back and forth dangles. And then it dawned on me: this wrinkled type, similar to last year's snow, is the desired businessman. Such is the taste of a friend. What to do? I had to get acquainted.

And right away he tells me instructively: “It’s not good to tighten your legs when the skirt is so short.” I stare blankly at him, call the waiter over, order another martini. "How much have you drunk already?" - that's for me. And then to the waiter: "That's enough for her, you can only have mineral water." Anger woke up in me: “Then vodka, please, 100 grams.” Botanist: "You can't drink vodka after a martini, and in general you smoke a lot." Laughter began to disassemble me. “Well, I think, girlfriend, I’ll arrange for you ...” Botanist and right there: “You can’t laugh so loudly for a girl, it’s indecent.” My laughter got stuck in my throat, and suddenly I very calmly, in syllables, rapped out: “Listen, uncle, we will part with you now, otherwise I am not responsible for your health.” He turned to stone. Then I paid for the martini and vodka and called a taxi.

Marianna, 25 years old, Donetsk

The guy of my dreams

When we were young, there were no cell phones. We agreed to meet the young man somehow. I was very worried, being a timid and inexperienced girl, and the guy ... In general, this was the guy of my dreams ... Just in case, I decided to be late so that I would not think that I was thirsty and trembling. Getting ready for first date from the very morning, it seems, she has created a real work of art from herself. Long story short, I was 40 minutes late. I look: standing, with a bouquet of roses. I braced myself inwardly, crossed myself mentally and quickened my pace... And then I saw that he was throwing flowers into the urn and disappearing like a meteor... I wanted to rush after him, but I burst into tears and trudged home. And in the evening a call: “I was there, but did not wait. It's not good to cheat." And then, without hiding my tears, I told him everything - honestly and sincerely (as I was late on purpose). He laughed for a very long time and asked for a new meeting. In general, it was my future husband. Beloved, the only one.

Marina, 50 years old, Tallinn