It was something like last spring. My friends had a really bad break up and they kept talking to me about it. So the girl was kind a over it and moved fast on and the boy wasn't at all. So he cried and kept calling me, it was endless. Every night the same desperate thing, every day the same sad mood. Hours, days, months. So I was always there when he felt like talking. It wasn't like I totally agreed or felt like the girl did everything wrong. No, just support, I guess. And there was something he said and I hadn't forget it. Something like he couldn't see all the places they used to go and the worst - he couldn't stand even his own home - too many memories entwined with that girl.
And now, 6 months later I kinda understand him. That sucks for sure.

See oli üks kummaline sünnipäevapidu, see oli küll indeed.

Siin on 6htuti (mingitel valitud p2evadel) tutvumissaade "Pruut minu pojale". Ehk siis memmed arvavad et nende 27-45 aastastel pojukestel oleks aeg leida keegi kes neid v2hemalt sama palju armastaks ja syya teha oskaks (meeste enda kriteerium piirdub enamasti, et naine peab ilus olema).
No siis mees tutvustab oma elu, t66d, hobisid (kalastamine). Ja siis, SIIS tuleb see osa mis teeb sellest natuke v2ga mageda asja - kuidas kodune elu v2lja n2eb. Kuidas emme pojukesele s66ki ette kannab ja riidesse paneb ja blah blah blah.
Nii et jah, ma ei osanudki otsustada. Nad k6ik on sama, m6ne ema on ainult veel tyytum.

Kreeka. M6ned viimased p2evad, natuke Volost, natuke Ateenat ja natuke m2gikyla. Ma vist vahepeal kilkasin et yksi reisida on jube mahe, aga ma ei tea kas 2 n2dala mastaabis ka. Pff

Oma suurest austusest vene kirjanduse vastu pean ikkagi tunnistama et Dostojevski "Idioot" ei l2he mulle peale. Asi on dialoogis, millest see suht ainult koosnebki. Huh
Noh, n2eme paari p2eva p2rast.

Ja on yks asi mida mitte kunagi mitte ykski noormees ei peaks tegema:

Mitte kunagi on j6ulise yleolekuga panema tydrukut kartma.