already said my aunt can not stand my celibacy. Or what she thinks my celibacy.
not understand how good that is in need of nothing, living in simplicity. He does not understand the joy of solitude, accompanied of books and animals. What she wants is me to a man, regardless. Not because, frankly. And, sometimes, I presented some the most serious and rather boring. The last I was talking for three hours of one Tesla ... and I do not understand or piu. In their afternoon tea my aunt has offered on a tray next to a cream cake. And I always, but what is always said, half and half. I'm pretty hard in this regard, I must say.
But my aunt is a persistent woman, with lots of character and not for nothing that my uncle, when I wanted to tease her calling her: the woman with donkey legs. And then I winked because every time my aunt was coming to my uncle with his purse real leather and he taught it: you're here because of this. So shut up or the donkey is long and you run out of dinner. And my uncle lowered his head, smiling.
My aunt know enough to know he wants me to marry one of his friends, or friend of a friend, but I good men or good men or bad men. To me that leave me alone, please. Always, but that in all ages, women without men they have been screwed. And very badly treated. In addition it is too late for this nonsense. How can we forget the old maids, those released at the time, the only pump could travel and pass them. But no, had to point a finger and to treat them as crazy, the insane, in hysterics. Were rather hysterical wives, forced to cook without respite for their dear spouses. ! Oh my god gift go.
was thanks to my aunt that one day I met Eduardo, my friend obsessed Illuminati and the reptilian theory. We all have our quirks, no doubt. But this, the absolute faith of believing that some guys sitting on top of a pyramid, (and also headed snake or lizard) are able to control the course of humanity seems to me most unlikely. I have told several times to Eduardo, I asked a friendly change of mania.
- Why do not you're interested in volcanoes? Say we need a new generation of scholars on this subject that seems very interesting and volcanoes are hot.
What about Eduardo answer? That the volcanoes were controlled by the Illuminati! I was stunned. So I was the blood from his face and had to take a sip of alcohol herbal one of my neighbors received from one of her cousins \u200b\u200bback in the North. That day I felt much anxiety for Eduardo, an anxiety that I lost, obviously, because we must accept friends as they are with their madness. He always reminds me that I'm obsessed with the blood that ran in the trenches. Then you better shut up.
A Eduardo met him for an exhibition where my aunt sent me a message, a message made up of course. My aunt, my aunt, I had arranged a blind date with a certain Eduardo, part-time professor of mathematics at posh cousin Julian, the darling of my aunt. My cousin Julian, who has no hobby in particular and this makes it interesting is not a cousin but feel attracted to women with a lot of money. And I frankly do not find it interesting to study these women they look like wax candles that are thin and have a bird brain. I do not care about the wealthy to Marbella. Well, my cousin loves and adores the nonsense they say and how they dress. To watch a TV show about them! Very serious when I said one day that resembled, in my humble opinion, about class prostitutes (and I did not menial Non plunge this dagger further) my cousin stopped talking for several months. It seems that my aunt asked her to stop giving away cupcakes strawberry my dogs, who adore. Incredible but true. Eduardo
wine because my relief, that autumn afternoon, when I in the showroom. I was in my hands an envelope from my aunt for a certain ... Eduardo. Then I did visit the exhibition of a painter who was well known and admired and very modern, these bestial forcefully throwing the brush on the immaculate white cloth and left on it, scratches and nonsense, the experts call it Artwork . When he realized my yawning, after seeing a few of these damn Works, asked if he agreed to accompany him to dinner. So I said no. Did not accept to go to dinner with a man who admired artistic tears. It was when I said that what interested him were the underground work and mystery of the Illuminati. And he told me that my aunt had set up our meeting. But this I already had suspected earlier.
I accepted the dinner invitation, after all starting to get hungry. We went to a restaurant these you eat very little but you pay much, but hey, it was with money from my aunt. Was two tiny dishes that I realized how crazy it was Eduardo. He kept talking about sects, world order, control of the atmosphere with special machines, of eugenics ... I watched and studied as far to not go in their folly. His eyes shone much but you could tell that this made him suffer. Was very sensitive to pain mankind, he said. This humanity will soon disappear in a blink their eyes as most of the people he spent his life between work and the TV without seeing anything. And now out of work and only the TV. In this last was right, poor Eduardo. He was happy when I told him I had bought my television from a neighbor in exchange for a dozen eggs every 15 days.
After dinner, if you could call that dinner, we decided to go to the movies. Eduardo liked classical cinema, me too. They gave the film library of Chaplin, The Great Dictator . I asked if Chaplin had been a Illuminati. I said possibly but not sure. I called that night to tell me. And since then from time to time, as I said, Eduardo called me about three o'clock in the morning to notify me something, or that the Illuminati has just launched a new cabala, or a new plan, or that war is about to begin, and what do I know how many other things. It is quite heavy.
After that true work of art of Charlie Chaplin went to have coffee.
- Hey, what you say to your aunt? The poor will be very disappointed.
- My aunt is a bore. We can say that we do not like anything. I'm not to your liking because you like it gorditas. And I will tell you that men have to lose some kilos me fatal fall.
He thought, a little sad to have to lose a few pounds of fat. I did not say that I like chubby men more than presume to thinness. Lest that it should be ideas in the head. That same night, later, confirmed by telephone that Chaplin was not a disciple of the Illuminati. And I said that Monday would go in search of a gym. I said ok, ok. And I went, in peace and alone, Maurice Genevoix in Ceux 14, Verdun sous .
