The story that ideal men exist, and they come into your life not when you are looking for them and waiting, but when fate decides to make you a deserved gift.
My recent life was similar to the lives of many modern women, smart, beautiful and lonely. Almost an excellent pupil at the school (one-four), an institute with an almost red diploma (one extra four), unrequited love in the first year, to marry after the institute and work not in the specialty, because money is needed.
Only, unlike most of my married friends, I did not have time to have two or three kids, so there was absolutely no need to hold on to my failing husband. In three years, almost according to Begbeder, all my fervent feelings for my husband, irresponsible unrecognized genius, have safely dried up. It was not necessary to share the acquired property, because practically everything, including his new shirt-socks-pants, was bought from my salary. And the apartment continued to belong to my grandmother, who went to her beloved village to her favorite apple-plum strawberries.
At the trial, my ex was trying to prove something, promised that he was practically taken to work, and his development would pull, if not to Nobel, then to the state prize exactly, and that I would bitterly regret the rest of my life about my hasty decision.
I had to regret only one thing. That after my husband left my life, her friends also disappeared from her, whom I could sometimes ask to fix something in the house, if the urgent call of the master did not have enough money /
At some point, I decided to do minor repairs in the apartment on my own. I bought a set of tools, because there was nothing left in the house except the grandfather's hammer and a curved screwdriver. And it seemed to me that earlier in the pantry were all sorts of nuts, bolts, screws.
First of all, I decided to fix the old grandmother's electric kettle. I had to train on something, but I did not have a cat. Surprisingly, but the fact is - I coped with the kettle without much effort. Inspired by success, I decided to change the wallpaper in the hallway. Quickly ripped off the old wallpaper, tore off the baseboard and then realized that for a long time was going to change the location of switches and sockets. The former did not have time for such alterations, and I myself, of course, could not have done everything competently and safely.
As luck would have it, the washing mashchinka, stubbornly reminiscent of her venerable age, ceased to fulfill her direct duties. Repair it was not meaningful, it would quietly fade in the workshop, without regaining consciousness. And the parts agreed to accept it, they also paid a small sum. Adding ten times more to the received amount, I bought a dumb-bell, which I looked at for a long time, but I could not afford to buy it, because I was financially financed not only by myself and my husband, but often by his mother.
The first meeting with my ideal man
I found the phone number of the service "Husband for an hour" and made a call to the plumber and electrician. The dispatcher said that she could send a master who could plug in the stylalki, and change the sockets. Under the influence of stereotypes, she expected that a half-rubbed uncle of incomprehensible age would come in a salt-lined workmanship. When a tidy man, well-dressed, with a neat haircut, with a stylish case in his hand rang at the door, I decided that it was the wrong address. In my mind, the master of small household repairs could not look like a successful lawyer or a top manager of a large firm.
Washing machine "husband for an hour" connected for a couple of minutes. And not only to the water pipe, like the old one, but also to the drain pipe. Previously, my machine just drained water into the bathroom. The former did not want to bother buying the adapter to the siphon from the sink. After running the laundry, I went to the kitchen.
While the wizard was picking in the wiring, I was making coffee and suddenly caught myself thinking that I was not thinking how much more convenient it would be for me to use a new styaralka, new switches and an additional outlet. I imagined how this handsome man could serve a lady's coat, open the door of a foreign car and uncork a bottle of champagne. And when an hour later he showed me the working switches, I decided to try out an electric kettle in a new outlet. For some reason she boasted that she managed to repair it herself.
The master was surprised that the man's work is performed by an intelligent and fragile woman. Learning that I and myself started the repair, offered help in choosing a normal wallpaper glue, recommended a brand of wallpaper that is easy to maintain. I read it all on the Internet, but the experience of practical use was more convincing than the assurances of marketers.
Meeting the second
Perhaps some chemistry between us arose on that first evening, because the master offered to use his card for a discount in the building materials store. For my part, it would be foolish not to agree; as a real woman, I'm aware that there are not many discounts.
We chose my new wallpaper, glue, spatula, brought all the materials and tools to the porch, brought to the front door. From the offer to drink coffee, my assistant refused, citing current orders, but in return offered help in gluing the wallpaper. From which I, to my own surprise, did not refuse.
For three days I made my way to the rooms through a pile of rolls, packages with new fittings for the closet in the hallway, boxes with lamps and other materials. Honestly fulfilled the promise of not starting anything. But on Friday evening the work began to boil at such a speed that I did not have time to fix the time, in which my hallway was transformed. Instead of the loosened doors of the cabinet with traces of torn off husband's posters, the mirror doors proudly shone, the skewed shelves and the jammed drawers were adjusted. Then the master changed the old lamp in the hallway, equipped the closet with new point lights.
At that moment, I truly envied his beloved woman. That she exists, I almost did not doubt. After all, do not try to seduce someone else's woman, free and alone, and even being alone with her in her own apartment, could only sincerely love someone man.
When we began to paste the wallpaper, I still tried to start a conversation about how I admire the skill and skill of my assistant and how lucky his wife was to him. To which he replied that his ex-wife had a very different opinion of him, sawed and quibbied about and without, accusing of all mortal sins and inability to make a child, and that he had been safely divorced for more than five years.
After the work on the repair in the hallway was completed, and the room was shining with cleanliness and comfort, we first went to drink tea. After conversations and compliments, I did not notice when he moved from the chair to the kitchen sofa. But I did not pull away, as I always did when one of the men was too close to the border of my intimate zone. I wanted him to embrace me with his strong beautiful hands with well-groomed nails, he wanted more than a farewell kiss. As if reading my thoughts, he kissed me in the earlobe, then reached for my lips. A long kiss followed, growing hotter with every moment.
We broke away from each other already in the bedroom. What was later, it is shameful to tell and remember pleasantly.
I would like to write about the third meeting, and the fourth. But they simply were not there. In the morning, "husband for an hour," moved all his orders, the blessing of them was only two. And all weekend we enjoyed each other's company. It turned out that we had amazingly similar views on important things, we read some books and listened to some songs.
When on Sunday evening he was going to gather, I jokingly said that I would not let him go home. He also joked that he is not going to leave, he just needs to feed the fish.
We fed the fish together, then he fed me too late dinner, and then I decided that since he can not have children, then I, too, need not be protected. As a result of this decision, I began to like the salty cucumber.
Today in my house from the former ideal order there were only pleasant memories. But I have an ideal husband and two perfect twins, with blue eyes and hair of the color of the crow's wing, like two drops of water similar to my dad. They crawl to all corners of the apartment, and soon begin to rush about it in three pairs of legs. It's good that the new styaralka is so powerful, it has time to wash everything off. The wallpaper in the hallway was less fortunate, beginning interior designers have already reached them. New repairs are not far off, especially since in the refrigerator again started pickling cucumbers.