Stories to tell your loved one.

Conductivity and womanizers.

Have you noticed that women are more attracted to men who look like womanizers (even if they are really not) than decent guys; I watched a drastic change in my friends (shy guys initially) who became womanizers. It's not that they started chasing girls, but girls themselves just fell on them (and nice and intelligent girls by the way). Maybe it's an echo of our interest in Don Juan or Casanova, I don't know. Do you?
Anyway, it looks like a nice proof of the behaviorist theory of Dr. James: what you are depends on how you feel, not visa versa.

As for me, I made up this theory on sexual conductivity, which compares the males dating success (after dances) to conductivity:

Males are divided into several types:
Isolator - gets a huge resistance, poor guy;
Semiconductor - so-so, some resistance, usually is allowed to walk a girl to a car/bus;
Conductor - not bad, small resistance, is allowed to walk his babe home;
Superconductor - resistance is close to zero, ...

After introduction to my theory I am always asked, who I am according to those types.
'Have you ever heard of HIGH-TEMPERATURE SUPERCONDUCTORS?'- is my answer.

Mermaid Kitties.

Once upon a time I overheard the conversation between a cat and a kitty:

- Do you believe in mermaid kitties?, asked Cat.
- Why, I've never seen them, answered Kitty.
- It's because there are too few of them.
- How many?
- Exactly the same number, as the number of cats, ready to die for a night of love!
- Well, ANY kitty would like someone to wish to sacrifice himself for a night with her!!
- But if you asked for this sacrifition, you must take his life in the morning, replied Cat, and only mermaids can do this so painless and harmless for themselves.

I was not able to listen to the end of the story, as a human child approached to the cats, followed by his mom, yelling: 'Stay away from them! They are not sterile!!' And the cats disappeared. Something always happens when you just get ready to listen to an interesting story.

Cowboy Tale.

Once I used to participate in an Caucasian-styled rodeo at a highland spot named Jydyr-duzu, near Azerbaijani town of Shusha. It was not a real rodeo, of course, just a kid stuff,- all you had to do was to ride a horse, throw your cap (papah) in the air and catch it, take out your dagger (hanjal) and yell something like 'Hey!'. Then we had to ride up to a beautiful girl of 4-5 years old in an azeri ethnic costume and say something to her. Most of the guys (all of us were 14-15 years old) read verses by Vaqif or Khaqani, and when my turn came, I said:

It is not you whom I see, but a beautiful rose,
And the dew in your petals, that looked like blood,
Becomes as clear as tears when in the air.
I open palms of my hands to catch it,
Because I do not want to see a single tear drop of your eyes,
Or a single blood drop of this knife.

And the girl reached out her arms to me, and I took her for a ride.
But a minute later another participating guy approached me and asked me if I would allow him to give a girl a ride too. I was generous - 'Sure!' But this guy came back to the Jury of Aksakkals (seniors) and told them that he is the one deserving the Grand Prix, as he has the girl.

I was really frustrated, and one of the Aksakkals said to me: 'It is not enough to conquer a girl, you have to keep her as well!'

Was not you, my love, that little girl, whom I had lost her so many years ago?

Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi.

Establish me as a tool of Your peace.
And let me bring
Love in place of Hatred,
Forgiveness in place of Pain,
Faith in place of Despair,
Shining in place of Darkness,
Joy in place of Sorrow.

My Lord! Teach me
to care rather than to be cared for,
to understand rather than to be understood,
to love rather than to be loved.

Because only in sharing you receive,
and in forgiveness you are forgiven,
and in death you are reborn for the eternal life.

Love, as in the Epistle of Paul the Apostle.

Ladies, who had the greatest impact on my life.

My lovely wife

Here could have been your photo

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