I Don't Really Understand Women, And I Get Annoyed.

The Story

Hi! I couldn't determine the category of my story, so I put it in "Others." I'm a 28-year-old man. It all started last year when I broke an ankle. I had surgery in a clinic and had to stay in hospital for six days. The days were painful and they passed slowly. Staff-to-pull, the conditions-like in every state hospital. The last, or penultimate night of changing nurse for the night, stood a young girl, about 25-26 years old, a tiny, skinny one, tender, with nice blue eyes, white on a popcorn. She was nice, she was super careful with me, and she would often come in and see how I was and did I need painkillers. It got interesting to me, because most of the time I got in and paid more attention. I decided to talk to her. I got up, took the crutches and started making tegels down the hallway. As I walked past, I saw something was saying. I'm like, I'm going to get one of the old-old (my dad's) chats in :) I step up with a battle step and without introduction, I say "Two crutches talk to each other and one shouts at the other: "Look, it's not going to work. She raised her eyes, looked at me and laughed with the most casual laugh I'd ever heard. We tied up a conversation, who does what, hobbies, families, i was basically very impressed with the girl. I was able to remember her birth date, and I thought I'd surprise her. It was about a month from our conversation. Shortly before the date, I went to the ward to see when he was going to be on duty. As I lay there, I managed to make friends with all the paramedics and paramedics, half the doctors, the two security guards, the ambulance man, and a homeless man who was smoking at the entrance. No problem, I got the information I needed and went home limping home. After a few days I bought a large bouquet of red roses, the saleswoman wrapped them in nice cellulite. I wrote a short note, put it in, but because I couldn't get up the stairs, I asked my childhood friend to do this. He climbed up, asked by name at the front desk, showed her, handed her the flowers, said who they were from, and came back. What's up, what's going on, how did you react? Oh, he says, shame on me. They started laughing and took out the phones to take pictures of her. I'm home, but I'm thinking about her. Then it's been a month and a thousand unsuccessful attempts to find her in the FB. And she found my number somehow, and I don't know how, because I didn't intentionally write it in the note and wrote to me in the Viber. From that day on, we started exchanging messages, photos, talking from time to time. She was very pleasantly surprised by the bouquet and the fact that I remembered her birthday. I was still on crutches, but I suggested that after I throw them, we could settle down, have a coffee, talk, we could have lunch together if she wanted to and when she was free. We agreed, and I couldn't wait for that to happen, and I was counting the days. Everything was going well, texting me, joking, always replying to my messages and reading. However, at some point, maybe after about 2-3 weeks, she told me that it was better to stop communicating, not to call her, and it's better to forget her because if you see her, she's ready to leave the country, she's learned a hard language, she's been really busy and she doesn't want to start a relationship. Without asking for further clarification, I stopped writing to her and it was all over as it had begun. Drive, brother, life goes on :D

Last Updated
June 24, 2020
Author:
elrubiyo25

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