EUDOXIA: You're a smart girl, it's better than from an early age and with just anyone!

IYA: Yes, I've read a lot about it. One person… He is a psychologist, I contacted the Internet remotely, no one knows about it. You're the first person I tell about this. In General, a year ago, I was desperate, I was ready to throw myself at the first person I met, just not to be a black sheep among my friends. And by chance… well, not by chance, but it so happened that on the Internet I got to the page of a psychologist. He gave the first consultation for free, and I asked what I should do.

Evdokia listens attentively, stroking her granddaughter's head.

IYA: Here, and he told me about the effect of the first male. Can you imagine? It turns out that you can't just go out with someone like this for the first time. He is the first, leaves his mark for life and even years later, and after changing a lot of partners, the child can then be born with exactly the qualities that this first guy had. Can you imagine? Did you know that?"

EUDOXIA: (calmly, putting his arm around his granddaughter) I didn't hear it, but you know it… in our years, the attitude to this issue was somewhat different. It was not customary for us to be with someone before the wedding. They did not get married for the sake of quick realization of an intimate relationship.

IYA: why then?

EVDOKIA: Honey, we were looking for a life partner. Support, the right shoulder. Fortunately, there were many worthy men then. There was a different upbringing, different mores, different values.

IYA: Bab… don't start, huh?

EVDOKIA: Yes, I'm sorry. Well, so what? Why are all these guys jerks? Why are you so upset?

IYA: So I'm telling you! After the psychologist explained everything to me, I realized that I actually did everything correctly. That there is no need to hurry, we need to find a decent person from whom I might want to have children later.

EUDOXIA: This is a smart move, granddaughter. Not only does attachment and instincts work here, but the head is already involved in the process.

IYA: Yes! But that's the problem!

EUDOXIA: Why not?

IYA: Yes, because as soon as I start to look closely at the boy I like, I inevitably sooner or later realize that he is an idiot.

EUDOXIA: Is that so?

IYA: Yes, that's right. You have no idea how many boys I've already met. They come from everywhere, just like an obsession. On the Internet every day a lot of sufferers who want to walk, ride, go to the movies, cafes, and so on. On the street, they approach me-they get acquainted, in transport they shove their mobile phones with the words: "Hello."

EVDOKIA: Well… This is no wonder, you are a prominent girl.

IYA: no, I'm not complaining about that. I am certainly pleased that I am popular with the boys. But I can't communicate with them for a long time! As long as they sing my praises, everything is great. But as soon as their vocabulary runs out, that's it… Either they fall off or I lose interest.

The grandmother looks at her granddaughter attentively, sympathetically, kindly.

IYA: the Women… I'll still be an old maid if it goes on like this. And this psychologist-a bastard, the second time does not want to consult for free. What should I do?

EVDOKIA (warily): my pension is small…

IYA: That's not what I'm talking about. Well, you're old… I mean, wise. Advise me! Tell me what to do.

EVDOKIA: and tell me this. How long does it usually take from the moment when you are interested in a guy to the moment when everything goes to hell with you?

IYA (thoughtfully): Oh, Bab… well…, in different ways. Once a day, once two… Well, probably the longest is four or five days.

EVDOKIA: everything is clear, granddaughter. All the people you've had the pleasure of talking to… meet… They had only one not-so-original goal in mind.

IYA (thoughtfully): You think all they wanted from me was…

EVDOKIA (interrupting, confidently): Yes!

Iya thinks about it.

IYA (thoughtfully): Wait, but many of them spoke so colorfully about me, they talked about their plans for me, promised a lot of things…

The grandmother looks at her granddaughter affectionately. Iya catches this skeptical look on her face.

IYA (thoughtfully): What do you think, that all stupidly lied, pursuing one single goal?

My grandmother shrugs her shoulders apologetically and sympathetically.

IYA (thoughtfully): Means… I was right… They're all jerks. But where can I find a decent person?

EUDOXIA (thoughtfully): Listen… why don't you talk to your mother about it? She's something… I think he knows more about these things than I do. After all, she was married four times, and each time successfully, as she claims.

IYA (indignantly): With mom? Well, noooo. We are not friends, but rather competitors. I can imagine what advice she can give me…

EVDOKIA (not understanding): What? What do you mean, competitors? You're eighteen, she's sixty. What kind of competition can we talk about, Oia?

IYA (indignantly): Sixty-something sixty, but looks something she, a disease on forty!.. forty-five at most. You and I know that it's high time for her to choose a stronger piece of clothing, and the guys think that she's still in full bloom! Have you seen the photos she posts on her social media page? Eight boys have already left me for her. From me to her, you know? And you say-what competition…

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