In a hyper library where the works are arranged in linear and vegetables, dairy products and cleaning supplies, it is difficult to hit upon the selection of a book. To make matters worse, the plastic shrink it preserves the handling by fingers that come from the frozen fruit and leaves little room for an initial tasting. So one should be guided by external attributes, especially for the cover. Any anything is better than asking the employee, who observes the linear replacement glasses, such as those used in the bakery. "This is the most sold, is able to extract maximum information.
So is the cover-with all its attributes, of course, responsible love at first sight. After the crush gently hold the book in your hands with some excitement, as if trying to anticipate the moments of joy that we bring. And since then the book becomes a special object. We'll put it in a protected area of \u200b\u200bthe car-usually designed to carry the babies, safe from vegetables, fish and detergent at checkout, will devote a single bag for him, bringing it to the category of parenting also just purchased.
"... the act was not consummated in the hyper, even when they get home. It was not until that special moment of absolute intimacy, to uncork the wine, take the book and let it unleash the emotions. "
But the act was not consummated in the hyper, even when they get home. We must wait for that special moment of absolute intimacy, to uncork the wine, take the book and let the emotions are unleashed. Tachycardia, withdraw the retractable-sometimes rather harshly, overcome by impatience embrace the issue and look eagerly slid between its covers. Few experiences are as gratifying as a good coated petting and even smell inside. And even more when we look through each character, every line, every chapter, and our minds merge with the work that magic only provides reading.
But the threshold of ecstasy is often a call for disaster, compounded by fraud to our expectations, previously reinforced the checkout. You open the book and find a bad editing and even worse, a banal story, and you drop out of hand. Some people trying to save the furniture requires a reading routine, as one imposing one hundred sit-ups every morning, but I prefer to close page and forget the failure as soon as possible. There are too many good works by discovering how to lose precious time in the wrong book. And
book is to choose a hypermarket is as risky as meeting a girl in a night of drinking. Under loud music conversations are reduced to broken voices and shouts commands. The communication is based on the gestural and physical touch. I hooked the external appearance, cover girl, but no way to penetrate his soul, hence the risk in the election. A few days after her stay in a quiet terrace, explore and discover excited inside, shocked, that nothing, it was all facade.
course not easy to get into the inside of a person who has been dazzled by their outward appearance, Don José Ortega said, overall, that "in an extraordinarily beautiful woman, a tourist feel, instead of loving" - because knowing the inside requires long time for conversation, reading slowly, to recreate and reinvent history together. So when years ago there appeared the Internet chats, I thought it would be ideal tools for the crush. In those initial chats, without the possibility of seeing the other, you could only witness inside. And he managed to find someone honest would be guaranteed a privileged access his soul, not the deceptive illusions of the physical. So I ventured that crushes via chat would be more profound and longer lasting than usual. Once locked inside the other is easy to assume his appearance, become mere container for a treasure. So what if the book is ugly if your story is unique?
not know if this is certainly true, but at least there is a very recent history corroborating a true story. Amy Taylor, 28, met David Pollard, 40, through a chat. They fell in love and decided to marry, first with their avatars in Second Life, and then in a real court. Although reality -Two very obese, modest-economic background had nothing to do with their athletic and rich avatar, prevailed hook inside the front cover. But what is unacceptable is that Amy caught her husband, her avatar, rather, with a virtual prostitute in Second Life and, later, flirting with other female avatars. Amy felt so betrayed that he did not hesitate to ask for divorce. And with good reason. One thing is a point slip in the real world, governed by the physical, and quite another to fool around with the interior. If the virtual is physically stronger than when falling in love, should also be more demanding when it comes to fidelity.
While it would be hard to know that your partner has had an affair with a "boy" at a bachelorette party, would be unbearable to share with another emotion to penetrate his soul, obviously a virtual space. If she let a stranger read pages that only opened to you would be an unforgivable betrayal.
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