I still do not understand why it's necessary to marry. The bony bachelor told about his bitter experience of relationship

If a woman came to live with me, she almost immediately began to direct her orders. Everyone was literally subjected to the auditing, my whole life was criticized without shame. Over time, I learned a lot about myself, mostly, of course, negative. The main features in my eyes have always been sloppy, sloppy, forgetful, inattentive. To converge with someone just to find out that you're a complete freak, there's not much fun. I had the impression that I was not at home or that a commission came to me with a global check on my way of life, or that my apartment suddenly turned into a colony of strict regime.

At the same time, knowing what women usually want, I tried my best: I gave flowers, listened to stories that were not very interesting to me, at the weekend I took a lady in a cafe. However, gradually I was bored by these endless & laquo; impossible & raquo; and & laquo; need & raquo; — It seemed as though I was being trained like a dog. But I have my own habits already! If I started firmly, like a man to defend my rightness, then another woman struck tears, and the other pressed with such force that I was only marveling.

I'm not one of those bachelors who feed only sandwiches: if there is time and mood, I'm very good at cooking. And if a woman cooks something, then I will not quibble, eat what they give. I do not attach much importance to this. However, it is curious that at times I was served a dish with the appearance that I won a football match of the century, and I had to praise the culinary talent of my partner for the whole evening! Then I wanted to just, sorry, eat and lie down for a rest or, say, watch football. Although, as I understand, football and a woman — this is something incompatible. "Drive a piece of rubber and be happy — how many peasants need & raquo ;, — contemptuously summarized as one lady.

This, of which, probably, many men dream when a woman meets you after work ornate , in a flirty apron, radiating warmth and good; on his face a smile, and from the kitchen smells of a good dinner, never was. All sorts of nerves; Not at all when you come alone, warm up the food, sit at the window, calmly sing, relax, think. And the dishes in the sink will wait until the morning, do not be offended at me.

If you ask a woman what annoys her in men, you will certainly be mentioned & hellip; socks! Something else can be forgotten, but socks — never! First, they always lie not there, and secondly, they must be changed literally every five minutes, because they, you see, stink. Like any self-respecting bachelor who most of the time is self-serving, I washed socks and hygiene, but it did not help. I had the impression that I should always hide them somewhere, as if they were some kind of female gaskets, although the gaskets were just the ones that most often lay in sight. If, in the field of view, my unhappy socks fell, the lady usually took them with two fingers and threw them aside with such an expression of her face as if it were a dead rat. Although often did not touch, but disgusted saying: & laquo; Take it from here! & Raquo;

When a woman reigned in my possessions, all the things that belonged to me were offered to make substantial substratum. I somehow figured out that on the shelves in the closet they owned about a tenth of the total space. I'm not talking about the bathroom, where, in order to get my modest and small perfumery from the locker, I had to make my way through the system: there were so many tubes, bottles, boxes and everything else.

I have a huge flaw: I do not notice the dust. I do not see it, that's all. But women see a sandstorm literally on every surface! I'm generally amazed at how you can live, looking at everything as through a magnifying glass. What is the significance of dust in the life of two people? It turned out to be very large. As, however, and much more, for me is not essential. In this sense, I usually gave my cohabitant the right to do the cleaning herself in the possessions where she was allowed, and this often provoked resentment. But after all it is necessary to it, instead of to me?

My friends, my hobbies — this, of course, is taboo. If I invited guys to visit (and we never got drunk or screwed up), we almost always encountered a little restrained discontent. What's the matter? Read the book in the room, watch the film, but for that matter, sit with us: no one objects! No, we will inflate our lips and say: & laquo; I feel unnecessary! & Raquo; While she herself is ready to shave with fifty girlfriends in one evening, obmusolivaya with them literally every step, sharing all the gossip and not paying the slightest attention to me.

Sometimes, I tried to live in an apartment with a woman , but this generally turned out to be unbearable. It seemed easier to settle in the museum! Again, the orders, orders, orders: do not blot it out, do not touch it, remove your socks. At the same time, since I can do many things with my hands, I was immediately associated, so to speak, with socially useful work. Over time, I realized that in any apartment where I will live, I will inevitably fix the toilet or hang some shelf. In general, such a free labor. In addition, if a woman wants something done, this must be done immediately, otherwise you will be bad again.

The logic of the weaker sex is impossible to comprehend: they want you to take initiative in everything, then try to rule yourself. I'm just confused! And with what ease the ladies throw accusations: & laquo; He is not a man! & Raquo; Do not know how to do something — not a man, earned a little — not a man, could not quickly make the right decision or something was wrong — also not a man. At the same time, I have never heard one of us say: "She is not a woman!">I did not make excessive demands on the appearance and character of the ladies, although of course I chose those who liked. And, of course, I was not interested in what a woman's salary was. But representatives of the weaker sex often looked directly into the wallet and immediately asked if I have a car, and if so, what kind of living space and so on. Appetites of some were very large, and the drawing of money began almost from the first meeting. Sometimes I purposely said that I am unemployed or get very little of the — in this case, interest in me was lost almost instantly.

If the lady gave me resignation, she did it without ceremony: she just stopped ringing and answering calls. But I had to go into the explanations, also to calm down, to apologize, although, probably, I could say: "You do not like me, I'm bored!" & Raquo; In general, I still do not understand why it's necessary to get married. For the sake of sex? You can have it one-time, on the side — more and more impressions. For the sake of someone to lead a household? You can do it yourself. At the same time, drink milk directly from the package, wash the dishes when they like, do not wipe the dust every day, throw socks on the sofa, watch football without any hindrance and generally feel free.