I think "crisis" is one of the words more pronounced this year. And I fear it will be next. But even before Madoff, Tremonti of the Bull and this word was notorious single-female universe as "the Thirty Years 'Crisis," which resembles' the Thirty Years War, with the difference that is not always concludes with a Peace of Westphalia. We have
it clear that things already seem to me to feel suffused with a chatter of protest: many thirtysomethings are happily single and want to remain such. Ok?
But let's face it: for someone who enjoys life, there are ten to the hour of the third decade put the right vinegar and begin to act as if they were wearing a lampascioni.
The most puzzling are those who, caught by a kind of horror vacui begin to ravanare details of three pages of the old school diaries and diaries in hopes of prehistoric riagguantare an ex.
"If he liked me then, maybe you like me now!"
"Play it as well. But you'd better warn you put on weight. "
" Good heavens, I was ten, I will not expect mica ports still 36? "
" No. But not even 56. "
" Sorry but trees do not you left because you stole from the supermarket? "
"But that was nonsense! Today is a political statement. "
" For some reason it does not surprise me. "
" I was hurrying to leave for that San Daniele hidden under his raincoat. "
" Yeah. "
" Had it been I would have forgiven a Parmacotto . But a whole San Daniele seemed too much. "
" But you look at it. It was enough ham right now and you were first lady. "
" I do not know why you got into her head to recontact Olympian. It is not already married? "
" It is. With an obese woman who smokes three packs of cigarettes a day. According to statistics should kick the bucket soon. Better if I carry on with the job. "
Once a man of my acquaintance received a strange phone call from an old ex:
" Hey! How long! But good to hear ... How are you doing? "
" yjfehrfeojàeiuii "
" Ah you're back here? Can not live anymore in Milan? And your boyfriend? "
" zdhpoeifèerifeèrerfrnzcw "
" Wow, I'm sorry. And when it's over? "
" hgoiugmècupiucmpyucivrivmèùimevpiui "
" But you see what a fool. I'm really sorry ... It would be nice to organize a reunion with the whole group ... "
" gwxyhjkhjòrojvephj "
" Yes, sorry, you're right, but I can not speak more loudly because my son is sleeping ... "
" wlkrz "
Yes I'm married and I have a child of one year. "
" wx "
" It's ... well, then ... ready to suffer? Hello? "
emblematic case of my ex-colleague Tweety.
Although not particularly unpleasant, the girl (so to speak) to thirty-five years he had not a shred of her boyfriend. It showed all the symptoms of acute thirty years. It had a built-in sounder
always on and if you went downtown on Saturday morning, you'd have noticed a periscope that soared over the crowd: it was she who made the usual rounds weekly.
Unfortunately, the office did not offer great opportunities. We were all women except his head, still at the stage Australopithecus, with little chance of dying Sapiens.
chanced to meet again with Tweety on his work of his former school: Achilles, the courier that delivered the parcel. She downplayed spent on that.
"I do not think we do. Yuck! Only thirteen years to take some blunders. "
But it was not bad Achilles. He had a clear problem with water and soap, but other than that ... perhaps he was also afraid of nail scissors, but really apart from that ... well, it was probably allergic to the shampoo, but other than that ... yes, but suffered from bloating flatulence apart from that ...
, he was a good guy. It is true that we asked to leave the parcel on the mat and spend the delivery note under the door, but other than that we were fond of him.
All of us except that if Tweety was forced to open the door it was blatantly turandosi nose.
Achilles did not seem at all offended, was lavish indeed make it clear whether he would recover, his Velona. Meanwhile time passed
Tweety and was single most of the Almighty.
are useless necklines that go down, which rose heels, jeans that hugged the contours and lips widened.
The only one I liked the shapes and the s-lips Tweety was Achilles.
"What a great lipstick that thou hast Tweety this morning."
"E 'lip gloss and call me doctor, fetid."
"Tweety does not sound like an exaggeration? Poor thing, did you? "
" It makes me sick. "
" Tweety, but if you do that ... "
" ... well you limp a Pampax. "
" Good morning, boss. "
" It Tampax says. Anyway, you know that this is a beautiful and good sexual harassment? "
" A what? "
" sexual harassment "
" Boh. I'm a moderate. But you do not miss sexed dead. "
Perhaps the depth of this observation, perhaps a biological clock biggest of the Big Bang, the fact is that Tweety reevaluated the situation.
At least this was the conclusion I reached after seeing her as a knot to Achilles Pythoness darkness of a cinema.
The next day we tackled the topic at lunch.
"Congratulations Tweety. Achilles is a good guy. And a ... hard worker. And ... very nice too. And it is ... .. "
" Cut short. Achilles is a dirty stinker. "
" But ... you ... you ... "
" I what? "
" You're stuck there last night as a Panini! "
" I know. We rifidanzati. And probably going to marry me that quarter of gorgonzola. "
" But ... "
" The crisis is a crisis. "
" That's true. "
" And anyway, every shoe becomes a boot. "
" Yeah. And it's better an egg today than a hen tomorrow. "
" Exactly. And not a gift horse you look in my mouth. "
" I agree. And who is content can enjoy. "
" Perfect. And it is beautiful what is beautiful, but it's nice like that. "
" Right. And do not tell the farmer how good the cheese with the pears. "
?"
"This has nothing to do. Sorry, "
Tweety was right. In times of crisis you do not throw anything away. The other day I saw a TV program in which a young lady showed how to recycle old stuff, making objects from furniture.
Good heavens, if the criminal has had the guts to turn a microwave into a broken planter ... want to see that a former boyfriend smelly you can not get a husband-to-date?
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