True copy: “nothing is more important than things!”

“There is nothing more important than trifles”. Thus spoke Sherlock Holmes, and I will tell its own story. Once upon a time I fell in love as, perhaps, only happens in vampire sagas. At first sight — and to such a stupor that even the air seemed to be sparkling and hung whimsical layers... Although from a geographical point of view, it was no wonder: we met on one of the atolls of the Maldives archipelago, and there is a combination of atmospheric fronts, natural color and vastness of the Indian ocean, in which everything is drifting, gives totally incomprehensible to the mind and eye results. Especially PA the sunset, while admiring this most fatal first sight happened.

We travelled for a large diving company, and it was one girl... In General, lchthyander my began to look in her direction too. And, alas, not only to look. A few days a piquant situation intrigued, so to speak, on the brink — just like in tearful melodrama (and me, the power of youth and stupidity, not alarmed). And then... he stopped glancing at me and chose this “mermaid”. Why? The simple answer: he was better (Bravo, Sherlock!). But now that I'm so smart, broadcast directly from eternity. And then there was an active search of the most fantastic responses in all five dimensions.

It is important to note that the girl was the one visible competitive advantage — it dived with an aqualung as he is. And I'm not. Diver on the boat so I was terribly seasick and was sick that I prefer to stay on a stable five star beach, and this lady was screaming in pleasure and could for days to get out of his wetsuit. “How could you let this happen? — strictly interrogated me then a friend. — Why so fast give up and not even tried to get his attention? You would totally beat that peroxide MOP diving, and drifting over the reef, he would have taken the hand of you, not her!”

Irena Ponaroshku, journalist, TV presenter: “Since I can remember, I always mimicry under Boyfriends was fond of break-dance, I hit the yoga and down-shifting. The same happened to my husband I shared his interests, adjusted to the mode of the day and fused with another mask. But at some point I realized that choke, and decided to go back to him. It almost destroyed the family. Fortunately, her husband took the “new” me, but still sighs for the wonder woman that I was the first couple years of marriage”.