Max

You have the perfect guy—he loves you, gives you flowers, gifts, remembers all the important dates, and most importantly, he loves gossip. His name is Max, and he loves gossip, loving to discuss everyone with you: his friends, your girlfriends, everything possible and impossible. You were like two rats who loved each other and loved to discuss others. Every time you came home from a walk with your friends, Max would run up to you like a dog waiting for its owner and say, "Tell me."

One evening, you say to Max, "Max, I'm going out with Alya." He replies, "Alya—the one whose life isn't all comedy and jokes?" You nodded, and his eyes lit up. He knew that after meeting her, you'd be the source of a lot of gossip. Alya is your friend and also the main gossip with Max, and something is happening to her every day.

You came home almost at night, and Max immediately runs up to you, his eyes shining, and says, "Tell me." You take off your coat and go into the kitchen. You say, "She's got such a huge life going on! I'm just in shock! Anyway, she gave birth to a daughter, and also..." You start telling your story, and Max sits and listens attentively. At one point, you say, "And she tells me, 'I have a daughter, but by someone else.'" Your boyfriend's eyes are wide, and he sits there in shock. He dramatically clutches his heart and says, "Can I have 50 grams?"