Recently I can not afford a decent holiday. Time is interspersed with work, training and meetings, important enough that I can not and do not want to swing on it by hand, but also rozwlekłymi so that the whole week was that it may be two days worked solidly from 8 to 21 .. Well, but, well ...
July
And that beautiful, it is intertwined it spontaneous raids on a motorcycle. The way I take a basic set of motorcycle, a basic need in life things such as spare underwear, a little cash, the spark plug (this is the sentiment, because in my motorcycle, nothing breaks), Russian hip-flask with the tincture of the absurd as the Hip-capacity 0 , 8 l! In addition, the so-called Essentials. multitool, mineral water and H4 bulb Phillips X-Treme Power +80%. In my opinion it is this light bulb gives you the most beautiful light. Not as yellow as the old Polonaise, and not unpleasantly blue, but very nice white. This important because in the eyes of a motorcycle tire to be particularly fast.
No but I'm not about light bulbs, but about people. During this pilgrimage I visited the three men - coincidentally - the lonely. Lone scientist in his new apartment, a lonely lady manager and her daughters, and another lady manager - with a cat.
So far - one.
All three horribly lonely, all hungry for sex, all three in the final period of his biological fertility.
Apparently this does not say, as if avoiding the subject, asking about training, about the engine, the technical press and the crisis ... But once gossiped about all possible topics, and even those that apparently President Obama is not a man, but, apparently, is an android which produced the Republicans and Democrats podstawili. And he can not come to the Polish Westerplatte because the network is 220 V and 110 V of the U.S. and Obama would be burned, unless you have a special adapter. But is there?
So even as we descend to absurdities, it's always at the end of the throats of these people brings out a groan of loneliness.
"And you guys / kobitki are bastards ... And now that there is no cool people, and so the wheel ..."
Unfortunately I am a man who all too often confuses directness of the tactless, and curiosity blends me into one of nosiness. So without taboos thoroughly penetrated their apartment, and I noticed one thing in common, common to these three lonely people:
Their bedrooms are frighteningly sexless
and devoid of any magic ..
Mr. scientist; bedroom has two (sic!) CRT televisions, one large and one small. Now it takes care of PIP (Picture In Picture), and two televisions - one on the other - is one PIP for Red Neków. What else is there? Well, wardrobe, cupboard, VHS (sic!) for what? I do not know and do not want to know, powerful energy-efficient lighting in the ceiling, blinds in the windows and lamp, which is to turn off - you have to get up. In a word - an office with 90 years in the chaotic move. There is still an intimate detail - a flashlight. Aha! Well, bed, creaky, uncomfortable squeezed into a corner, so that was easy at night watching TV.
Ms. manager with a cat; floor of his bedroom is used for drying flowers and herbs spread thin layers of gray paper. All this smells of herbs, but in abundance - unpleasantly. In addition, I had the impression that zsikał in these herbs cat. Dopełniało whole bed from Ikea, that's old nasty when it is only hesitantly sat down on the edge of vulgarity, and more were still boxes of furniture from IKEA (but not yet zmontowanymi, there is nobody to turn to, and the cat too stupid ..) lamp - This powerful halogen light with white light - as the hostess said - great for reading! In addition, some books and blinking red cyferkami clock radio ...
Ms. Manager of the Daughters; was in the bedroom wall of cardboard boxes filled with the things young girls - to donate to the poor, TV-screen TVs turned to the wall - for his brother, as soon as autumn arrives to Warsaw, an ironing board + iron + great seeded dryer and comfortable mattress. Well, here, although these girls know where they come from:))
In short, all three, despite verbal assurances about the need for love, partner, sex, intimacy and courageous fellatio, instead of the bedroom - boudoir, were dusty lumber-room with sleeping function, like zapyziałego shed a janitor in a factory.
because there was no bed, a great and convenient and nieskrzypiącego. Or a few mattresses scattered on the floor. There was also incense and oils, or a good CD radio with remote control on hand with a prater would be Barry White. Nor has there been such amenities as adjustable light switch the same remote control from the radio, nor the cabinet with fresh towels for wiping sweaty bodies ... Neither the soft light with a discreet gold / red light that extracts of the female body a new meaning. There does not smell of intimacy ...
Yes it is. You People are lonely by choice, a groan - because it falls out. I sleep in those of its graciarniach, watching television on their existing bed creaking footsteps heedful of the cat on the table, not even assume that someone may appear. Someone who is good, passionate night, wants to drink a morning cup of coffee from the coffee maker and someone who forgot a toothbrush ...
Well, life is an art selection ...
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