How to marry, how to choose a husband

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On the one hand, it is - a handsome man and an athlete. On the other hand he ... um, hole in jeans. But that's harmful conservation law says that when something comes, usually something parallel decreases!

Surely this guy was something special that immediately beeped loudly: "This is the man of your dreams! "Let's say you have never met a person of the male sex, capable of intimidating build, but vkusnyuschuyu stuffed pike.

Or go to the park at night and mangled it to bundle your favorite lilac.

Nevertheless, one must be prepared for the fact that the shiny side of the coin is accompanied by a not very presentable trafficking.

No, not in order to expose and reject each. And in order to be fully prepared. Moral. And do not tear your hair out in a fit of frustration, and neatly sidestep "related problems."

REAL MEN

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What is it remembered from childhood to man's true subject? "In the real men play hockey," "this is for men - a backpack and ice-ax"? So, all this - about real Maine (for brevity, NM).

He is a younger group tries to prove that the girl did not. Therefore, with the zeal of sweating in the gym and loves to lie under the iron horse.

The good Mr. NM? It is cute even stubble. When he moves the sable eyebrows, I felt: this will not give offense to either himself or his woman. He is energetic and purposeful.

* Reverse.

Heavy disc, which flies to the goal, in order not refuse. But if he is on the way to meet something, he did not fly, but sshibet. Also with perseverance and fortitude NM: their downside - inflexibility. That's how he decided, so be it. He is harsh and not too attentive: from under the iron horse, and could not help but notice that you need in its broad bicep. And the pleasures that go beyond the "true men", looks disdainfully.

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A perfect match for NM - young lady with blond braid to the buttocks, which balances its masculinity and femininity of his catch every word. But in all obey - a smart lady nice? You can enter the competition with a moral sverhmuzhchinoy by showing him that the lioness is no less sharp teeth. Then invoke his respect. Or play the role of "captive princess" nominally sober understanding all the advantages of a strong arm, and without waiting for its owner on a long intimate conversations.

SPIRITUAL MAN

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"They were served in a separate bowl" - sang about the exalted personalities is a bright representative of such persons. The spiritual man, or TM, periodically cleans the body using techniques yogis Shang Prakshalany, is able to do Qi Gong exercises and to prepare a dish of Vedic cuisine "paneer Shack." He is about to come upon the most important truth, plunged into everlasting bliss and near at the same time it will take.

What impresses TM? Oh, it is primarily of interest and surprises! You do not get bored with it even in the three-kilometer queue at the passport office: TM will show you a new meditation technique or arrange spontaneous debate on the topic "The passport as a catalyst in the spiritual path." Life with him constantly open to unexplored side. And in the eternal Bliss I am also curious to get there ...

* Reverse.

Any practical questions evoke nostalgia TM or existential suffering. You allude to nailing shelves - he cites the treatise "On the meaninglessness of everything." You stutter payment accounts - it goes to the astral plane. But any theory of "love as a gift" could convince your homebrew Bodhisattva that monogamous relationships are false and deeply flawed, and the more mergers and LeAnn Yanov - the better.

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If the TM is simply full of rosy dreams - it is possible that over time, his passion for soaring grow into a steady calm interest in oriental literature and travel to exotic countries, and the "world" is successfully socialized bank employee. Do you still just do not hurt their interests, or even better - to feel towards them healthy friendliness. If the enemy is already all over the 30 ... It is worth considering: perhaps he and forty will not know what a vacuum cleaner.

Omniscient SPECIAL

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Forever remembered what a thrill in the first class, I have been a song lyric hero who knows how to "swim breaststroke, argue bass, cut wood ..." And they occur in nature. Omniscient specials (aka BC) - is a man-orchestra.

He's so suspicious multifunctional that sometimes you want it as a check - not whether it is an artificial intelligence with a chip inside misdirected to the people as an experiment? Sun is capable of literally everything: he knows how to put together a cabinet of a few old chairs and light a fire with one match, he knows what constellation is Canopus, and what are the sources of income of all high-ranking officials.

With it you can learn so many new sensations unexplored! From pride in the fact that the company, he tucked in his belt all the knowledge of all customs Permian Komis - up pride in the fact that his homemade bike scooter helicopter entered the record books of the city.

* Reverse.

Highly developed ability often cause their owner thought that he - well done and an example to all, but the best all - far from being highly organized. Hence a certain disdain, moving in his manner of communication, even with relatives.

He always knows everything better, and what you have done, could be done more quickly and efficiently! In addition, the knowledge and skills of the sun may have a bias to the theory. That is not enough that he was dissatisfied with the way things are doing around - he does not. He once. Or he does not consider it important.

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To catch up with your chosen morally, you also have to be "all hands on his head." Such competition you hone fine and sand. If you do not need it, and the arrogance of the sun is within the tolerance, just more praise him in public. And then he would not harass their perfection tete-a-tete. All he has to do and why he tries so hard - raising the precious self-esteem!

ECONOMIC COMRADE

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"She fell in love with his hands ..." This, incidentally, does not apply to your novel? Personally, I well remember how, after the collapse of relations with the gentleman of rock 'socks around the perimeter of the apartment, "I admired the gentleman who was doing all the housework myself. Economic friend, he's XT seems to know the mysteries of a woman's heart and is able to bring her to ecstasy, most non-trivial way.

For example, not only did he regularly goes shopping, but he says, when the house ends detergent, and know where you can buy a half times cheaper. He not only never, under any weather does not go to a leaky sweater, but also on your blouse dumps have time to sew a button. He also bakes pies with apples ...

* Reverse.

After a while, after the first delight in the beloved XT starts the first claim: they are usually reduced to a comprehensive "boring." He is so unromantic collects scraps into useful cloth and cloth to sort Feature!

And when he begins to calculate how much you can save, if not go into the supermarket, and one that three quarters away - and at all becomes like a mole from the movie about Thumbelina. You Malevich him - and he to you of the leaven of cabbage for the winter ...

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At the happy owner of a husband-HT is a risk of admiration thrifty cute immediately put the blame on his shoulders all the cases. Keep yourself!

From time to time take a part pomyvok and otchistok and its stimulating at least keen interest in cultural activities. It is useful even to instill in him a taste for some sloppiness.

It's time to get married ...

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Tomorrow I'm getting married.

It is just lovely. Finally fulfilled my dream.

It will give me a rare car. Even scary to think how much it costs. We will live in his two-bedroom apartment in the city center with renovated, which you can only dream of.

Sometimes it seems to me that all this does not happen to me.

My future husband, though not very pretty. A little taller than me, even though I did not quite live up to sixty meters, and has a little paunch. But it is not terrible. But he loves me madly, he intelligent, purposeful, successful and he has his own firm for the sale of cars.

***

Today, the first time I thought seriously about his life.

I was twenty-eight. I work as an accountant in a conventional company. Salary so-so, and I would not say that the work brings me great pleasure. I was eleven years old I live in the capital, and during that time had to endure a lot. Inhabited almost all areas of Kiev, usually cheap apartment, where the kitchen could hardly fit two.

At first it was very hard to bear, and then accustomed and resigned. I often changed the guys were mostly cute kid, who after three days becomes annoying.

About twenty-five to realize that so can not continue, and the beginning of a week in the super-expensive restaurant for dinner, which I left a third of the salary.

At first, I felt like an idiot out there, it seemed to me that all they look at me. Carefully prepared for this small release of a even funny to remember now. That's how we met. I tried to sleep but could not. I had not thought about it, thought it was all wiped from memory. I do not know where to start. I'll try.

***

On that day, a heavy rain poured down and the wind was throwing yellow leaves on wet asphalt. I loved this weather. At heart all flipped. I was stupid with pink umbrella, which constantly flied to the top of the softly slapping her bare feet on the cold pools. The skirt stuck to the body and hands were shaking.

I walked away from him. It was a regular meeting at which I was returning late at night. He was older than nine years. He lived alone because her mother died when he was still young, and his father married and stoked his worthless life vodka. And his son was stupid repeating the same mistakes. Now I understand that he was so happy about it.

He always wore a ridiculous kengurushki deer in the same jeans he always smelled a la Soviet toilet water. But for me the smell was the most expensive, I agree it was a clock to breathe. And missed him, suffering at night. Every time I saw him, my soul escapes from the body.

I'm not even trying to understand what it was. I would like to repeat every second it is the same word - "love." I was drowning in his cunning, his brown eyes. And the clock could listen to all this nonsense.

He lived in an old shack, otherwise just will not name. The room had two iron beds and a wardrobe with a mirror surface on one door. It smelled of old house. Looks like he got him by inheritance from her grandmother.

But I raced there every time as if it was waiting for me a million dollars. I hide the relationship from everyone. But my baby's face has always betrayed me. Stupid smile in the morning speaks for itself. I dreamed as become his wife, and it appears to be like one of our children.

I cried every night of unbearable pain and joy, emotions overflow. Almost always he carried on drinking and cigarettes. He had no job, no friends, no desire to change something in their lives. My family was also far from ideal, but I always knew that leave this backwater.

Not to say that was an excellent or distinguished by some outstanding talents. Just had the confidence that everything is still ahead. This says to me my subconscious. I remember the gray evening, filled only with my illusions and feelings. I was only fifteen ...

***

It is five in the morning, even the eye could not sleep, you just need to throw this laptop. My wedding dress simply divine. For some reason, I wanted it to be necessarily green. My future husband could not refuse me a little whim.

I know exactly what I liked. I understand it the first day we met. That's what a lifetime is not enough - confidence in the future, a strong man's shoulder, reliability.

It takes all my desires, like a fairy tale.

Only in it something is missing. And even know what - a mad rhythm of the heart, the rain and wind, the huge puddles of tears and laughter, pain and joy, smiles ridiculous in the morning.

Well, it's time to gather ... Morning ...





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