vánocema before the Bulgarian had a weak moment. usually it is the femme libérée, emancipated young woman from Eastern Europe who svejch things to let anyone talking. But like all femmes libérées sometimes needs to consult and hear that it is not fat and keep it all they like.
Unfortunately, it chose me.
sat leggy and flexible, with propletenýma končetinama on the floor and fiddled around with a mobile phone. conversational tone, then asked what to do when she wrote that her once, let him fly to Madrid on New Year's Eve, and she seems to € 600 a ticket too. "He wrote me, therefore, that money is not a problem, but that went and bought the ticket, no," she said.
"do you love him?" I asked this question because it is usually expected.
"I!" nablble smiled. "But not so much that I stuck out šestikilo in euros for a ticket just to let me in again stand on the street. "
" and talk about it, "I said, because that kind of board approves a woman and the life." through to today, you call normally ask him about it. "
Bulgarian lifted his eyes from the screen and piped up: "Well, he never calling me. come from work late and the evening's too tired. We have mainly esemeskujeme.
at that moment Bulgarian Studio stretched towards infinity, and suddenly the room was nothing but a blinking his eyes and mine, staring, and among them could be stretched cord. to seven hundred kilometers I heard a metronome the summer. tic So.
"Hey, are you sure no one else does?"
and silence ("Hey, are you sure no one else does?"). and again only her eyes (hey, are you sure no one else does? ") and my eyes and hers slowly filled slzama and somewhere in the distance, twitching her lower lip (" Hey, are you sure nobody does else?). and still silence.
"I'm sorry, I know what I say, I see into it, you surely know best, so I just thought it, but certainly not do it you know!"
eventually she bought a ticket and a romantic trip to the beach at sunset she said, he would like to marry. apparently wants to move to the countryside and settle down. said that she would not have to work, because he will arrange everything. and really wanted children, and watched, she also has already pretty age.
"but they come a little weird?" he says. but I'm learning. shrug and am silent.
silent, even if this week depku. addressing what the future. Unpaid internships have been enough, somewhere in the office hate, but in other places not. are not even the placement ... should prefer to go somewhere for the year to Australia? some traveling, teaching at the German and have fun? or rather Beit while unemployed, swallow it - or even try to get that stupid internship, even if she does not want?
"I do not want to talk about it," I say brutal, because they listen to their problems even from someone else, it does not want me back. so it goes and writes an email that his Dlouhej. to the end that he knew what to do, adding the question: what do you think? answer she comes soon: "Sure! What's the company like? luv u."
"It means that all nečet!" Bulgarian sputtering. "Well you know that?"
understand.
better because we go to the cocktail bar. We have to meet a friend with a friend, neither of which we have never seen before. Bulgarian vohákne Thus, the proper way - heels and skirts, tight shirt and a ton of makeup. "Face check" he cries at the door enthusiastically. just outside the door and takes off his coat before take two steps into the main room, the beauty of it done. just before the long counter The Umbrellas of stops, breath, eye passes staff tables on the floor and make a little turn. "I love the feeling when you walk into a bar and you gather all the male eyes," whispers to me. then with a powerful smile (algae and in turn should lower rise, mouth closed, slightly wrinkled, shoulders back, chest up) step up and I say that is not yet lost.
Unfortunately, it chose me.
sat leggy and flexible, with propletenýma končetinama on the floor and fiddled around with a mobile phone. conversational tone, then asked what to do when she wrote that her once, let him fly to Madrid on New Year's Eve, and she seems to € 600 a ticket too. "He wrote me, therefore, that money is not a problem, but that went and bought the ticket, no," she said.
"do you love him?" I asked this question because it is usually expected.
"I!" nablble smiled. "But not so much that I stuck out šestikilo in euros for a ticket just to let me in again stand on the street. "
" and talk about it, "I said, because that kind of board approves a woman and the life." through to today, you call normally ask him about it. "
Bulgarian lifted his eyes from the screen and piped up: "Well, he never calling me. come from work late and the evening's too tired. We have mainly esemeskujeme.
at that moment Bulgarian Studio stretched towards infinity, and suddenly the room was nothing but a blinking his eyes and mine, staring, and among them could be stretched cord. to seven hundred kilometers I heard a metronome the summer. tic So.
"Hey, are you sure no one else does?"
and silence ("Hey, are you sure no one else does?"). and again only her eyes (hey, are you sure no one else does? ") and my eyes and hers slowly filled slzama and somewhere in the distance, twitching her lower lip (" Hey, are you sure nobody does else?). and still silence.
"I'm sorry, I know what I say, I see into it, you surely know best, so I just thought it, but certainly not do it you know!"
eventually she bought a ticket and a romantic trip to the beach at sunset she said, he would like to marry. apparently wants to move to the countryside and settle down. said that she would not have to work, because he will arrange everything. and really wanted children, and watched, she also has already pretty age.
"but they come a little weird?" he says. but I'm learning. shrug and am silent.
silent, even if this week depku. addressing what the future. Unpaid internships have been enough, somewhere in the office hate, but in other places not. are not even the placement ... should prefer to go somewhere for the year to Australia? some traveling, teaching at the German and have fun? or rather Beit while unemployed, swallow it - or even try to get that stupid internship, even if she does not want?
"I do not want to talk about it," I say brutal, because they listen to their problems even from someone else, it does not want me back. so it goes and writes an email that his Dlouhej. to the end that he knew what to do, adding the question: what do you think? answer she comes soon: "Sure! What's the company like? luv u."
"It means that all nečet!" Bulgarian sputtering. "Well you know that?"
understand.
better because we go to the cocktail bar. We have to meet a friend with a friend, neither of which we have never seen before. Bulgarian vohákne Thus, the proper way - heels and skirts, tight shirt and a ton of makeup. "Face check" he cries at the door enthusiastically. just outside the door and takes off his coat before take two steps into the main room, the beauty of it done. just before the long counter The Umbrellas of stops, breath, eye passes staff tables on the floor and make a little turn. "I love the feeling when you walk into a bar and you gather all the male eyes," whispers to me. then with a powerful smile (algae and in turn should lower rise, mouth closed, slightly wrinkled, shoulders back, chest up) step up and I say that is not yet lost.
