Metrosexual (from wikipedia)
of my five co-workers each, the MILF, it gives me a total of tips of taste. I remember when I was studying Latin authors and there was Elegantiae Petronius Arbiter. Leads me to make the lamps, he takes me to choose the best glasses that I know the ones with the big frame does not like, tell me when and how to cut my hair (the jokes made at the cash van, thank you), I gives opinions on clothes: it's my beauty consultant, holds me back.
A five women working with their feminine side comes out. It sucks but it comes out.
Then thank God everything returns to normal when I leave from work and go to the bar.
Well, the fact is that the MILF a few months to me: "Simon, you should buy an exfoliating gel to clean up a little 'face."
It was sent to hell, then, as it is from May to me again, I broke my dick and I went to water and soap, a perfume-shop that sells mostly perfume but also for women and cazzatine queers (there is an endless shelf of bath gel, shampoo, gel, dye hair, etc. ...). There are
all that junk like headbands, brooches, rings, ciappetti, no? those Zavagli there.
One lane is "shii", there are cleaners to clean the house and stuff.
On a shelf are the cat food. E 'is what makes throats, because there are only food for cats.
Why? What is the relationship between young
infoiati / milf housewife / frustrated Banking / gays and cats? The score of that place have to have a cat? It can not have a dog?
And then under the cat food cans are the alcohol. Again, this makes me laugh.
I imagine the bored housewife who knocked down and chose a cat as a companion for life and that sooner or later will set fire to the house. However
. By
without glasses and I see a stump.
Giurovero: these huge shelves full of bottles, vials, tubes, jars, in which brand names, company names descriptions recommendations are all written in small, so I do not read a shit and I have to linger to watch every half-step what it is and whether the exfoliating gel may be nearby, or if I'm wrong place.
Nine times out of ten take in hand the goods, otherwise I do not see what I have before.
The shop is full of girls and emo-fags of different ages, who try and speak scents of hair dyes.
Among other beautiful scene. The assistant principal is one of my friends on FB (is my friend just because you see that both attended the parish when we were little, I remember very little about her, and yes I know that no named Cristina) and when I saw I did not I imagine what he thought.
she writes about women's banality fb we can be.
What I will have to conduct virtual misogynistic beast and then present me with soap and water is at least doubtful.
Well, I continue.
Enter a person I know very well. Log
of great career, gives the impression of knowing exactly where to go, what to take. But
stops as soon as I see it. With
class only those who have, despite having his nose dirty chocolate fan pretending not to know anything about a missing piece of the pie, greets me warmly: "Ehhhhhhh! But look who's here! "
E '30 years that we know, but I've never been greeted with such enthusiasm.
I was missing a piece, I did not understand.
Then again, look around and I see before me are the hair dye. They are in front of a display of colors.
So I understand.
Burrow for him and I know that also touches count for ten rounds.
Then guess I understand why it is there, then I try to play down the embarrassment and I'm closer to him "Everything right? "He
: " Yes, yes ... how was your boss today? "
" Still mad as usual. "
Then turn the corner and throws herself into another lane. Then
.
must be said that this person is tinged hair.
E 'well known, well-known fact, especially because when you dye them stand out in the beast.
We see that he is ashamed or that, being a man and a woman, when if I dyed afraid of the people's court, but he can not help but colorarseli
however, has apparently not pleased that it is under the light of the sun.
everyone knows, all imagination, but no one has to know, Pulcinella in front of anyone has to tell his secret.
The scene from this film was.
He was coming in my direction and I, at that exact moment, I was right in front of hair dyes. As he saw me there, felt it was necessary to turn around and go somewhere else.
I do not know what he had thought, but a good writer would have had a better idea. A cross of
misunderstanting fuoriluogo and sensational.
Of all the people who could meet me just met, and I actually met him.
I once understood the situation, I thought "I understand very well what you're looking for."
He perhaps thought: "You're just there like never before? Or question 2: You're looking at this store where there are only women and gays? "
I would have stopped in front of any aesthetic product.
luck would have it I stopped right there.
He was in fact that I still had to go out with a fucking exfoliating gel that I was not even so convinced to buy.
do not know who in the end would have been more fag between the two.
Let's say we met at the checkout.
"So you have this ..."
"You have this .."
But with faces that we would not make a case to the product the other and vice versa? What we could never keep silence false once out there? What silence? And with that we would be watched by eyes that moment?
We were in a shop of women, trapped by ourselves and what we could not tell us.
We left the shop and we would have said something like: "You do not say in my house that I've seen here, I will not tell your father that I've seen here." ??
Then I start to snigger at least ten minutes.
However I still do not find 'I'm fucking exfoliating gel, so I remained in that lane a little,' always cecato and determined to see every inch of all shelves.
In those ten minutes (ten no, but yes five) the man he has not showed up.
So shii could only be in the lane, where there were the same cat food and cans of alcohol and he has cats and has even set fire to the shack.
keep trying and at some point I find the gel in angle with respect to another lane.
There are several varieties, in practice there is a stretch.
It took me a tot to visit him.
do not understand why it can not be like the COOP for each department where it says what the fuck is there. No, everything must be prepared to minchiam. Okay. Then
men are to be disordered.
begun to document the characteristics and properties of each tube.
It is now a quarter of an hour that are not in and I still got nothing.
me around for a while and I see
E 'in front to hair dye.
He waited for me to go there for a levassi.
now he is a quarter of an hour it is there.
I do not know, you see ok, work with five women he pulls out his feminine side, but it is also true that nature can not control and started to feel out of place there.
I should go without thinking, taking the gel out and continue not to think about what I did. To make a good thing I had to do everything by instinct.
I needed a contingency plan had become a game of chess. One of them would have come out before the other with his hand in what he needed. Both of us were studying was not the first fifteen minutes of a Champions League final. Both on the rope, both of which barely concealed a maniacal focus on the opponent.
When I think about what to take to exit without dirty hands and hearts washed and beginning to develop.
A toothpaste? A quarter of an hour for a toothpaste? No.
A perfume? With that money, I had yes and no 7 € and it arrived with Bronzini perhaps? No.
a headband (as often I had bought years ago when I played football and I was convinced that a number 6 with the band seemed not only the expression of a football romantic but also a ringleader authoritative by default)? No, no joking matter.
Something for my mother? What? No.
Seeking the little man is still there to do that does not provide a canny move.
Not a leaf stirs. Easy easy
is thinking the same things that I'm thinking.
Bon, I decide, is there anything worth more male pride at stake, we do not go out with the gel, then let me buy the MILF.
I head toward the lane where there are foods for cats and cans of alcohol.
I take alcohol.
I decide to pass along the exhibitors of the dye, so as to show the false all'arcirivale why I was there: a 5 liter tank of alcohol.
What the fuck!? In my house there is a mess. There
.
's up to me to see that ripped, which took the dye and is gone before me.
I go to check out.
I face (maybe it's still inside me and I won) and indeed he is. Arriva
... ... with a tank of alcohol! But no! I
Pago.
Pay him.
I walk out. Exit
him.
I greet him, tell him to go home and say goodbye to the car.
So I would call
: "Simone!"
I come back, thinking that I need something that relates to my father, and instead says: "Soun A'm sbagliée, a'm'n serév brisa alcohol , ai-I telefunée to CA, im'han Detail ch'a'gn'è Bele. A t'al lasi ch'an ever drove who to tò Peder ".
I say, "Okay, I take it. Thank you. "
Then he climbed back and pretend to drive their cars.
Around the corner of the building and light up a cigarette.
Appearance. After the cigarette
I look to the soap and water.
There he was, with his bag.
Oh oh, I had to stay there, it was worth it, throughout the play.
The problem is that now I have 10 liters of alcohol and I do not know what the hell to do with it.
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