Women leave forever. Only men come back. She knocked me down with her genuine naivety. Wanting to meet, she never said so directly but came up with innocent tricks, like looking at her new blouse, handbag, or her new photos. Such women let men down. You already know; you feel that she is yours, and she will not go anywhere from you. But you do not want to break up with her. You can always come back to her. She loves you. Therefore, she will understand and forgive.
You are always sober with her. Because she has the main quality—loyalty to the man she is dating. She does not know how to behave differently. Loyalty, like friendship, cannot be bought. You know that your friend is a slob in life, the likes of which are hard to find. But he is not an asshole, and therefore he is your friend.
In difficult moments, he will always be there and will always help out. That’s the main thing. But when everything is fine and you meet again, the magnitude of your sloppiness doubles. That’s why you and your friends also use other girls—the irreplaceable attributes of a cheerful drunken company.
Of course, I often complained to her about being busy at work and about not having time. And she believed me—why not? Then I got tired of lying and said that we had to break up. It was hard for her, but she pulled herself together and said:
Fine, if that’s what you think.
You’re not mad at me?
No, I only have good memories of you.
She never wrote explicit, unnecessary text messages. She called only once after a few months. It was naive to find out if I had gotten into some kind of accident on the road I often drive on… I heard about this accident for the first time.
No, everything is fine.
Then, there was a strong hurricane in the city, and trees fell. And for some reason, I wanted to hear it.
– Hi. I was waiting for you to call to find out if a tree fell on me after that hurricane… But I didn’t, so I decided to call you myself.
She laughed at this for a long time. She was still mine.
I was still going out. But that also gets boring sooner or later. And so I decided to go back. And one evening I called her… As it turned out, at the wrong time. Just the wrong time—a minute later, my chest felt like it was being cut with a chainsaw…
Have you ever been in bed with a girl, and someone else was calling her at the time? And she, lying next to you, told him that today she was also busy, that she was at a friend’s birthday party, and that’s why the music was playing so loudly… Then she complained to you about how she was fed up with the courtship of these annoying men from her work, from her courses…
Great situation, right?… Then you caress her again and again… You feel like the best, the winner. What do you care? Let them call, assholes… She will still be only yours.
And at that moment I called myself. She couldn’t help but pick up the phone, and I heard muffled music and the sleepy, disgruntled voice of a man.
Yes, hi…
Can you talk now?
– No. I’ll call you back myself.
For the first time in many months, she didn’t call back. Not that evening, not the next… Of course, I understood everything. I didn’t call back, and I didn’t pester her with questions. I knew her. She wouldn’t leave him, and even more so, she wouldn’t cheat on him.
