16.feb
You probably want to know something about me about my habits and customs. I carefully chose my habits and try to avoid pernicious ones. For example I like to peel apples. One can say this is the senile way of eating apples but I find it more useful to my tummy. And also I like to squeeze out juice from lemon slices when they are floating in my teacup.
I was acquainted with one girl this fall. When we were at the restaurant, I naturally ordered tea, and I naturally began to squeeze my lemon slice to obtain more benefit from one paid slice per cup. She made wide-eyed astonishment seeing such profanity from my part. It is probable she was really surprised. But I don't know why. And we chattered a little. She sad that she was 25 years old and that she was not ashamed of her age. And when I sad I was 25 years old too she sad I was looking younger. I took this as a compliment. When we were settling an account, I mean I was paying for our tea, I wanted to call a waiter for change. And she sad: "Are you always claim your change?" I answered: "No, but mind you, this waiter had proposed to drink our tea on the bar refusing us in taking a separate table." I guess she considered waiter's tip as personal evaluation of herself as a girl. And such idea didn't occur to me in that moment of course. After this I made her to be surprised one or couple of times more. I wish she had positive surprises but I afraid this was quite the contrary. I could try to keep myself in the definite scope (behave myself normally) but what for? Only to .... her? - She was not the paragon of beauty as I see it. (But she was a pretty girl mind you -) ).
I wasn't in love with her. Why did I become acquainted with her? I heard her saying: "I am only a child." And this remark gave me new cue to her person as I thought at that time. She was really responsible girl, what I consider as a rarity in a women circle. And she looked and acted as a fledged person, what I consider as a very useful trait nowadays. We were sitting over tea and she was telling to me (nice guy in that time) how she ("not the paragon of beauty as I see it") spent time in her weekends with her friends in the parties and in the theatres. I didn't feel in her speech particular favor to me. So it was not much pleasure in listening her.
She didn't like flowers. She wore jeans, baggy sort of jeans, not skin-tight fashion sort of jeans. Should I say I am not particularly fond of girls in baggy jeans?