Someone argues that novels between students and people much older are hopeless and initially doomed.
Recently my gray bachelor life was illuminated by a ray of sun named Masha! The meeting took place at the next gathering of mutual friends. I don't know how such a beautiful creature got there, but the hand of providence is definitely traced here. Just shortly before our acquaintance, thoughts began to visit me that I still had not found that one and only one. Some all became too emancipated … Do not approach. They demonstrate with all their appearance: I AM INDEPENDENT, I will do everything myself. And what would a normal man want?..
Caring for a loved one is also a pleasure. In the end, it's just nice to feel responsible for someone. And to see next to you feminine and defenseless.
Just recently I persuaded her to move to his den. Lapping has begun. My hopes for hearty breakfasts and dinners are melting as quickly as the spring snow. She doesn't always have enough time in the morning to eat herself. Without talking about me. Every morning I track with interest the Cars moving around the apartment, I see how she chooses (judging by the length of the line of scattered things - a very long time), what to wear today, repeats lectures and directs a marafet.
But, the apartment has become more accurate: the woman's hand is felt. Regular cleaning, dusting. Even flowers appeared on the windowsills. Periodically, about once or twice a year, night vigils are organized. Just before the session. I have forgotten how it all happens … And then, looking at Masha, I remembered my student life. Pretty funny. Of course, all the time I tell her not to drag it out. Although, in the old days …
And where, tell me, did most of the female students get this terrible feature - to spend the night with their friends ?! Do they really miss phone calls? Okay, we made a compromise - we will spend the night with us. A month later, I knew the names of all her teachers, all my acquaintances and not so many students from all streams, and most importantly - all the gossip and rumors. Only now I don’t understand in any way why talk about it so much and what is the use ?!
The funny thing is that at first the girlfriends were shy, and I still felt a certain superiority. But gradually they all got used to it, and now, when they raid our apartment, they gradually move to our room (there, you see, it is more convenient), along with food and notes. Or a bunch of other gizmos that then I stumble upon for a very long time.
It doesn't matter what you say, but it pleases! Every day to see how a person grows and improves. How do you learn something together and become one! You start to think and act in the same way, without saying a word.
The most pleasant thing in our relationship is that I feel every day more and more that she has become for me something more than just another lover. And, I'm almost sure, the difference in age and the experience I have received play an important role here. I can proudly note that we have avoided many problems precisely because of this! It happens that conflicts disappear, not really having time to begin, and develop into something serious. Like shouting, smashing dishes and demonstratively leaving the house. This is partly because I find arguments in time, and she, with her spontaneity, discharges the atmosphere.
I like to teach her new things. Everything that I know myself and I can tell her. I help her professionally and I get unreal pleasure seeing her success.
Someone argues that such a relationship is futile. And novels between students and people much older are inherently doomed. I'll put it this way: bullshit! In my opinion, the most beautiful thing is to be with a person, despite all the difficulties and differences both in social status and in date of birth. After all, they love not for something, but in spite of!
