I often attend events and get acquainted with them. One day I looked at my own messages. I’m not sure if I’ve ever had a problem with it. I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to do that. It’s even more convenient. I was fine in the evening, dialed a phone number to her, the nearby county 31 years old, low unit work in the city. It’s a good idea to have the ability to get the best out of the girl. I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to do that.
On the third day, I was busy in the afternoon and just had time. I called her, and she said she was at home, in Building D of the XX neighborhood. I knew it was a large neighborhood, and I had passed by there before on business. I took a cab and went downstairs. I waited for about 10 minutes, and then she walked over to me. She was wearing a casual T-shirt and seven-minute pants, and her calves were fair and shiny. Her face was delicate and well groomed, and she seemed to be taking this date quite seriously.
Get in the car and head straight to the suburban farmhouse theme. I had dinner, chatted happily together, my usual style, relaxed myself, just did not take sex seriously. I don’t think about it, and I think about it from the perspective of an ordinary friend. Although the purpose behind it was to have sex. We ordered 3 dishes and a half kilo of the farmer’s own wine. After eating, I suggested a walk. The place was quiet, less crowded, and nice, with lotus flowers, paths, and willows. There were just a few mosquitoes. Walking, stars, insects, such a romantic environment, I naturally hugged her waist and kissed her smoothly. After the kiss, she said there were a lot of mosquitoes, so she went back. I sent her downstairs, and I said, “Won’t you invite me up for a drink of water? She bit her lower lip. Said: Yes! I knew that everything was going to work out. I went to her house, drank water, ate fruit, and talked. Kissed, stroked, undressed, and went to bed as if they had known each other for a long time. She had a great body and a high sexual IQ. She was a good match.
