stephanie-marie

Before every corporate husband or hike somewhere where there are unmarried girls, the day before the event I arrange my husband an insanely passionate night, so that it was not possible to look at other

"One day a newcomer with brown eyes came to us in the classroom, his name was Alexander, all the girls of our class wanted to be friends with him, but he was indifferent to me." The boys told

"It all began very long ago, in the" golden childhood ", at the dacha, I guess it was then that I was used to being the target for his wits: for some reason he could not bear me, but he

I was in the 7th grade when I fell in love with my best friend. His name was Edgar. at the time he was 17. I had a friend with whom we talked every day, walked, I was very interesting with him, I felt

When I was studying I was not interested in guys. And when he came to us, my heart stopped beating when I saw him. You know, I did not know what it was to love and be loved, but he helped me to understand

This happened on September 7, 2010. At 19:00 a guy called me. At that time, I returned home from dancing. Initially, communication for several days was neutral (hello, how are you, what are you doing,

Everything happened 10.10.12 Here I met a wonderful person ... For me he became more than just the whole world ... For me he became the universe! At first there was just flirting ... but I already liked

I don `t know how to go on living ... and in general, can I live on ... two nights I can not sleep anymore ... the cat is scratching my heart in my heart ... I am married to have children ... but so fate

We do not meet often, but he says that this is enough for us. I do not argue with him - more frequent communication, turning into a routine, would no longer give me the acuteness of the sensations that

Do you know what an ideal evening is? Yes, everyone has his own. And now I have such an evening, which I consider ideal. I'm alone. I'm drinking tea. I'm looking at Sherlock. Is not it beautiful? So, what

In a blind date, there is something very intriguing. You understand that your fears are not any stronger than your hopes, you paint in your head your portrait of the ideal woman with all the details and

They were going to throw out the old cupboard and get rid of the excess trash at the same time. I accidentally found my note left at the end of 1998. I wrote it at 10 years old. And my mother began to

35 years passed unnoticed by me. And, strange as it sounds, but I did not have a long relationship to my thirty-fifth birthday. No, I lived with two women, but it did not last longer than a month. The