Such is the romance

A song sounds in my head, it is no longer my duty to fuck you on your birthday, and maybe you started up, but I need you like last year’s snow ... The sea was still calm and the sun was setting. What the fuck am I doing here? Among this fucking heap of sand. Nobody needs me here, besides the cunning trader who is trying to give me that day already cheap beads, at the price of a gift from Tiffany, for my friend, whom I don’t have. But I have to smile at him, and in the depths of my soul send him a fuck. I'm still a polite person.
   Here, neighbors on my floor, a couple in love, a man of about fifty years old and his companion, about ten years younger, approximately. A pretty woman, and this man, though he smiles, but his face asks for a brick, and his creaky voice, and stupid jokes, honestly got it already, it’s not pleasant to me in short, but you remember, I’m polite and take it off when I see you your straw hat. What is missing? Even if such an idiot, it’s quite a good friend at first glance, sociable, pleasant, you can talk with her about music, about literature, she understands cinema too. And the painting, so it's all her!
And what is he? Dirty jokes, old jokes, how does she tolerate him at all?
    Okay, here is a great place where there is no one, you can safely sit on the shore, and leave the pebbles and shells in the water. Thoughts again and again, like a centrifuge spin my brain. After all, I know so much couples, and even married people who are not so well understood by me, in that sense, how can they be together ?? This is commonplace, dullness, routine. What are they talking about? What kind of fucking can this year be? I do not argue, the banks are important, cucumbers there, jam. But did the trip to the ill-fated circle of light and fireworks, as well as a trip on a cheap ticket to the sea, is life? In the pussy of such a life, if so, it is better to drown in the same sea.
   Unnoticed, behind reflections, night fell. Shaking my ass off the sand, I got up and looked into the distance. There is dark beyond the horizon, what awaits me there, hell knows. And behind the back, the sea of ;;lights, the fun is in full swing, again someone will nabenya, will plant someone on the swagger. Who will have first-class sex, and maybe the opposite, the most disgusting. Fuck you I'll go to the room.
   But before I could even take a step, I heard a voice. It's you? That's the meeting! I did not expect to see you here! Are you alone here? I recognize this voice, and the physiognomy, we somehow communicated with her, saw each other, even seemed to like each other, but then something, somehow stopped communicating, or rather I scored the dick, for the same reason that in my head mess, and obviously clean up there she was not going to. Honestly, not very happy at this meeting, but in any case, to see a familiar person, it was still encouraging.
    We spent about two hours somewhere, maybe three, sat on the sand, I like a knight, took off his polo and laid the girls in the ass, offered to take off the shorts, but she said with a chuckle, not now. Well, that sounds intriguing. Yes, she has come much more interesting and pensively and interestingly ponders! But she cringed a little and said, maybe let's go for a drink? I say that the bars are already closed, but she flashes her eyes and a smile, says that there are mini-bars in the rooms, so what, how? Though I almost do not drink, but I understand the direction of the wind. And accept the invitation. Then the story may turn in the direction in which you yourself want, but I think the message you understood. And the song in my head changed to another, with the words Fucking is cool, but Jimmy is a romantic, hanging out among the mountains, all thinking about how to dump you on the beach ... Such is the romance ...