Past women: a worried man
Lives in Moscow writer Denis Dragunsky. Writes great short stories. One of them begins: "In cottage cheese barn I found a bag, and in her letters to dad's third cousin - remember its narrow beautiful handwriting. Purple ink address and return address. On the postmarks - forty-eighth, forty-ninth years. Sitting on a broken suitcase, I pulled out of the envelope first letter of God! The paper was empty and clean. The second, third, tenth, twenty-fifth envelope is the same. A dream of some sort. Grey porous paper. And weak bluish marks on it. Soon I realized what was happening. Envelopes uncle wrote on solid ink (probably at the post office) - and they wrote letters weak chemical pencil. Two winters in a damp shed and everything faded... "
About how I see myself, the ratio of men to the past of his beloved woman. Here before him the letter, but it is hell to disassemble. The woman starts with a new man as though all over again, but with a certain burden of the past. And the past is a worried man. Someone very much to the jealousy and paranoia, someone just heard. However, the fact that light injections of jealousy and doubt hurt weaker than punishment and harmful fantasies on the theme of "what and with whom she had". Jealousy is addictive and has the ability to transform from small flies in a huge elephant. And yet it is addictive. There is a joke - "songs of Stas Mikhailov spiked heroin". So popular rumor tries to explain the fantastic popularity of the songs of this strong male romance. With zeal to the past when, even if you don't like it, not change, the same story. Tighten, often against their will. Well, you know, the man was left home alone, reached into the Cabinet for some stuff, came across a stack of old staples wife. To watch or not? In any case, says man, and himself to the utmost in these diaries fumbles. "Disgusting, just disgusting. I look like a girl on a diet, eating the forbidden donut". And continues to Eviscerate the Notepad with Notepad. What he will find in these books, whose shelf life has expired? Yes will find nothing but a headache and frustration. Who is Choibalsan M.? This man or woman? What do the numbers in brackets around the names Martynenko? And why it has retained flights to Chelyabinsk? And, by the way that she did in Chelyabinsk?
Why rake up and be sad
There are people who always ask questions. Look these people are not very confident. For this reason a man does not want to ask questions, but sometimes that is not constrained. So needless to delve into someone else's, not owned by you in the past and cause inevitable demons or better to just reset? Because, most likely, will be that "Choibalsan M - a person from a PR Agency, they did for us the presentation, several times we talked on the phone", and "in Chelyabinsk was retreat. The tickets? Yes, just forgot to throw away". Everything is simple. But is it true? And it's not about trust and lies. Trick is not to tell the truth - can and love, and for mutual benefit.
One of my friend N. twisted romance with girl A. Met in his rented apartment. Then went and stayed in a normal relationship. After more than a year A. he was to meet with his old friends Etc. that about their relationship didn't know anything. Why? It turned out that the girl and mutual friend came so hard that they decided to live together. And my friend was just crazy. And arranged a couple of his apartment owner. Then their paths. and pair - once separated.
Several years have passed. It turned out that the ex-girls, ex-friend is already the child grows and they live there. He came to visit them. The apartment is a Studio, designated end-to-end. In short, they sat on the couch, he same bed. The same on which N. with this girl tumbled. And now, he told me then, I was sitting on the sofa, look at them and think: in the course of it, in the sense of her husband, Doctor, or not? If he knew about us with it? If in the course, why even the sofa is not thrown? And if you do not know, maybe A. to me still breathes irregularly? N., though my friend, man is a fool. Of course, a long time ago to him cooled down. It is, of course, all remembered (this is an important point about this below), but this sofa for her meant nothing. To her husband she, of course, said nothing. Because of a great love. Why rake up and be sad?
All frustrating to know that a loved one touched by someone else, but you. Very precisely these feelings expressed a friend. They say, sex is for two people and for two (there may be other options, but we see still some normal, standard), and, of course, it is unpleasant to know that this area is already someone before you was and knows (seen, touched) the same as you. And men in this sense, anyway, is more difficult. Though the yard and emancipation, still in the subcortex at men, but at least three times advanced and recognizing the right of modern women to personal life, setting: it can, but not as much as me. More modest it is necessary to be. And if, God forbid, she had more partners than him, it was a guard. How to deal with it?
You forgot?
There is a saying: a woman hides from men of the past, and the man from the woman - her future. On the second part to withdraw will not, but the first is true. Yeah, it should be that way. A woman should not hide, I couldn't face the man his past in great detail. It seems to me that this is the only correct method and the way to avoid problems. And then I know those advanced: to gather together, will wavelet each other all their past works, and then go for the head reach and remind him/her of all mortal sins. And if we are not, then keep to themselves. It still bredna. In addition, keep in mind, girls: men bad memory. Literally.
We, the men, in all that relates to his personal life, we go on this life stride. Details not focus. Well, maybe, with whom he had first oral sex, the male will remember, but when... No dates, no details. It was, Yes, a little tickling. All.
It's you women put all in dimensionless barn under the guise of "My past" and you Wake up at three in the morning, with a high probability will tell what color were the linens in the very memorable night." No, we are not like that. Who of us, guys, haven't been in an awkward position. The girl at the next meeting behaves a little strange, winks, shot eyes, then begins to breathe and eventually sets a dangerous question:
"Have you forgotten?
You know, they say, before death, people automatically remembers all his life. So he, man, is arranged. A man is a man. So, if it's a girl asked voiced above question, the man immediately runs through RAM all possible subjects. This is a difficult case. While the brain sends a wave, the person must Express serenity, tenderness and a little resentment, saying, whom do you keep me? I? FORGOT?
Oh, I forgot. So what? 15 weeks from the date of the first kiss is the date?
Memory, it is not rubber
Women remember everything. Men don't. In fact there are disadvantages and advantages. Explain the example of love, no, not triangle, square: he and she - former partners plus their partners present. Unpleasant woman, if it is the former: former PM did not call, did not birthday party (which is really not too politely). But it is nice that now with him: she can be sure that the man lives here and now, the current moment, with her, and the past, most likely dropped and certainly not remember every detail. The same one who consorted with the most former, which did not birthday party must be prepared that she may not even wanting - will rely on greetings from ex-PM.
Stated simply, when we meet with a girl, the previous relationship we leave behind. Unless, of course, believe that everything is over. But the girl, starting a new relationship, often drags them the burden of past relationships. I said this in the beginning and now I repeat - fixing. For this your way annoying. It is not necessary. Leave somewhere with you. Yes, we know that you all remember, and we hate to realize, putting his hand on your chest, which is most likely in your head says: your last guy ("he's such a bastard! "for the first time did the same thing 17 July 2004. Was still heavy rain, you were in the same dress, this blue and beige coat and with his hair parted in the middle.
's. Hide away. We don't want to know. And then we will succeed. And if not, consolation for us will be that day when we put your hand on his chest, too, will be recorded as a separate file. And this will be an issue next to your boyfriend. As for us... let's accidentally touching two years later on the day of your birth. We'll just go say Hello. And it is not necessary for us to watch. Oh, I forgot. You're the former, right? And men's memory - it is not rubber. We, the stronger sex, live here and now. Although the first oral sex... no, I don't remember. But it was ticklish, that's for sure. And who and when? Hmm.
Source:
Elle
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