N.G.E.

Funny it is. It makes me smile warmly in spite of weird sides here. I mean maem, of course. And his New Girl Explore.

I was sitting with Slava in eat-and-talk. (I spent there to much time obviously – my meetings of all types – from dates till studying, also meeting with just myself – have place there. Tables’re covered with paper and provided with pens. Asya painted my portrait on one of it).

Maem appeared in restorant unexpectedly to cheer me and Slava. He was with his date. Anna the name was. She sat next to me. I remembered maem told me smth about this girl. That she’s so similar to me in many ways.

Official contact?! Please! I felt myself silly and wise, seasoned and weird. I don’t remember my mom getting to know previous husband to new one.
We finished evening 3 hours later may be. couple glasses of red wine.
“Ur friend is so wonderful! – she will tell later. – I adore her. I’m so impressed! Incredible! Hope to meet her again…”

After several days and another several girls I came home under sleepy weight of first snow. Maem’s number highlighted on my cell phone. “u have to save me – he whispered – call me back in 10 minutes and just listen whatever I say, ok? Where I’m? in café. Please!”
“she was terrible – he will tell later. – I couldn’t stand her. I mean – I’m impressed. Hope I will never see her again…”

I glance sometimes girls downtown. Who it might be one day? Even if mom tells level of expectations now is too hight.