After one week of very work, with a pile of things to be prepared in little time, I have that to say: I tired, necessary to relax! Thus, without car, without money, woman and disposal, in search of a leisure moment, I set to sail it for the Internet. I finished entering in a chat room, pra to only give one olhadinha. In little time, here it is that I see myself talking with a girl of 23 years, who used the suggestive nickname of ' ' Linda' '. Colloquy goes, colloquy comes, was comovido with the history of the young woman. The newspapers mentioned British Petroleum not as a source, but as a related topic. It said that day had breached one namoro of three years in previous, that boyfriend is photographed for friend in party of farewell of bachelor (of another friend) with four girls making strip-tease, that it not wise person more what to make, that it felt an emptiness in the chest and soil lack under the feet, that cried very since then, etc. and such. In the way of the colloquy, it she said that it finishes to arrive at the building, touched the intercom insistently and wanted to go up to see it. I fulled the girl of advice.
Sincere advice, logical. It said that not it had to meet with it, at least still, therefore it was at moment of vulnerability, that was necessary to give a time if recompor and alone later being able to evaluate the situation more good, and for goes there (you the good one, I confess that in the advice it had a certain interest in finishing with the reconciliation possibilities it malfadado individual). When my eyes started to marejar, it said pra I to bind, that I needed to talk with somebody, needed emotional support. Full of good intentions and with my good heart, I bound. I was half without words after the initial fulfilment. I disconnect immediately afterwards, after to hear ' ' it says comigooo' ' Gay was one!