Every man knows that you can woo a woman by making her laugh. That's why men have a developed sense of humor. For women, this feeling is a bonus, and only for those who for some reason want to understand what a man means when he speaks seriously. I want. I don’t understand everything, but I listen. I have ears. And TV. They say there are some women who wear a crown, and some women who wear sleepers. I wear sleepers. Sleepers impregnated with the resin of men's stories. Some stories make the crown fall on your ears. I glue it with memory glue and secure it with an elastic band under the chin. I have an excellent memory. Not to mention the elastic band. I remember everything that men told me before, after and instead of orgasms, theirs and mine, as well as over the phone and on the Internet. Why I remember this, I don’t know. Perhaps in order to loosen the rubber band and retell it in Russian, which is our wealth because it turns “I want” into “I can.” It interferes with words and seasons, giving calendars human faces. The hail of confessions and snowdrifts of alienation, the fogs of misunderstandings and the twilight of grievances, the heating season of forgiveness and the dawn of hopes are replaced as quickly as possible. How quickly you can’t...But I want it to be POSSIBLE! Possible doesn’t mean yes. It’s possible, yes, but...That’s why it’s possible!