Monica, a woman in her early fifties, was famous for her beauty when she was young. Well, now she has become even more beautiful. Do you agree – such a phenomenon happens? A person blossoms, no matter what sex he is, not to 30-40 years, as all normal, and at 50. Well, it’s like there’s retarded mental development, and in this case there’s retarded maturation of the body. So my point is that by the time she was 50, Monica was the bomb! A beauty.
Can you imagine how she is not brain-dead – she knows how to dispose of this beauty. And disposing of it was necessary urgently – not far off retirement, then you can just put a cross on his personal life and will only sing hymns to happy lonely life. For this reason, Monica actively enough started looking for a life partner.
True, the bar requirements for the candidate had to lower – as it turns out, not 40 and not even 45, when the berry again.
– Hello, my friend! – as always at the wrong time jumped my phone and I switched to speaker phone due to the busy hands – it seems that I finally fell in love.
Well…found something to surprise….Monica falls in love regularly, but does not cause reciprocal feelings, despite the eyes to half face and puffy lips without silicone.
– He sat in my office for an hour, my friend marveled. – So brutal, so handsome! Retired military … and we now have him as the new chief of security. In short, I disappeared. We have a date tonight.
-On neutral ground?
-No, he’s coming to my place!
No sooner had I advised her not to rush her date to the apartment than Monica squeaked, “Oh, sorry,” and the phone beeped.
– Well… There’s no danger, I thought. A colleague after all.
My friend stunned me early the next morning.
-That’s it! That’s it! No more suitors! – Gasping with indignation, my friend rushed to my kitchen. – Pour the coffee.
A little digression. Monica is a rare woman who does not care about the interior of her apartment. In her kitchen, she has a table, chairs, stove, refrigerator, and a trash can under a white enamel sink with peeling, in some places, torn wallpaper. The only room was similarly furnished. It is all functional, super minimalist, and indifferent to comfort.
Monica spends all her financial streams on her exterior: clothes, cosmetics, and jewelry. She also likes to pamper herself with exquisite home-cooked or restaurant meals.
So the “real colonel”, a brutal man was so surprised and disappointed by the Spartan environment of Monica’s small apartment that he blurted out a fatal phrase for their relationship: “And what’s so cheap in your repairs?”
Well, my girlfriend, confused, found nothing better than to throw the guest out the door.
– There are no real men now – she bemoaned, sipping her coffee. – Even this old stump… it was time for him to think about his soul… looking for a glass of water… and he wants castles and princesses.
– The most offensive thing is that he was not surprised and did not get upset when I pointed at the door. – …and Monica spoke despondently. -And I spent two hours in the bath and a mask… gone to waste.
– I would have been better if you pinned wallpaper and boiled potatoes – I laughed, knowing that my friend is not offended at me.
– After all, men need comfort. And uncomfortable barracks and beauties near the barracks he was fed up with the army. – “wisely” I reasoned.
I do not know if I am right, but I think that any man, and especially at his age, needs a kind, cozy hostess, not a top model in a shabby apartment. It’s just that the man didn’t quite formulate his thought well – it’s not the repairs, it’s the complete lack of them.
