What the fuck is dead?
Pity.
Where else on boards to discuss bioproblems in a moderate-fucking format. Not on the sucker.
I went to Belgrade for a week as, of course, a remote job. I'm not a fucking terrorist at my mom's, so I got to know each other on the streets and in bars, climbed into the tinder. I have tinder-plus, so I can think hundreds of profiles in minutes. Produced, something there 3.5 matches, only with the ruse snatched.
As a result, he wrote one, the other wrote herself (because of the memes in the description).
As a result, the norms were communicated for several weeks in tenge (with the help of tinder plus I changed the location before moving, the type of finishing in advance) with both.
And in short, in the end, with the first went for a walk, a long walk, including on her initiative (called to eat in the rest after a cocktail in another bar), well in general, she prolonged the meeting too from her side, as well as probably 5-6 hours in the end spent; a lot of laughing with my petrosianisms and clergy, goodbye reached for hugging (well, unobtrusively embrace, but nevertheless) in the end after that I write something neutral in tg - ignore, well read and zero reactions and so on 3 days. I won't write to her anymore, I'm proud.
Every time I seem to remember that in general in such situations all these imaginary markers of sympathy for you in the behavior of shadows - they are just imaginary, but still each time I wonder. Not that I fell in love with her or I liked her, no, just very nice, could meet again against the background of the immigrant reality. All right.
And the second lol - after a week or even weeks of communication, she mentions so unobtrusively that she has a husband. I like it like that, like, in a couple of weeks you have time to discuss a lot of things, cat dogs, my pussy music is strange architecture - but not my fucking husband; even indirectly, my husband did not mention it, only after the nth number of days of communication I deigned. The fact that the husband is in the description of the tinder is generally aerobatics fuck. And from communication and image it is clear that this is not some dick jumper, just looking for friends-eunuchs, because 2-3 of her friends probably tired her.
I'll get off her.
We've got to go back to playing balls with some tinder in here, and it's fucking hard.