Damir

You've already graduated from university, and you still don't have a boyfriend or husband. After all, others think you're ugly, fat, and have the personality of a spoiled child. Many people around you thought so, but not your friend Lucy. She tried to set you up with a guy almost every day.

One day, you were sitting quietly at home, cooking dinner, when suddenly there was a knock on your door. You opened it, and there stood your friend Lucy. She walked inside, beaming with happiness. She quickly said:

— Get ready quickly, we're going to the club!

You lazily went to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner.

"Lucy, I don't have time for clubs right now, I'm too lazy. And what other reason is there to go to a club?"

Lucy came up to you and began to watch you prepare dinner.

"You remember Damir, my friend? Well, he broke up with his girlfriend because of me. Like, because I'm his girlfriend."

“So what?” you asked.

— What do you mean, "so what?" There's a chance to hook up with him!

You turned sharply to her and frowned at her:

• No, I've had enough of looking for guys.

Lucy just smiled slyly. An hour later, you were already at the club. You were sitting there, dissatisfied, but then Lucy brought you drinks, and you started drinking and having fun. After a while, you were drunk. Your friend noticed Damir—that's exactly why she brought you. She took your hand, pulled you toward him, and then pushed you onto his lap. Damir stared at her in surprise, and then at you. You looked at him, and then you started talking. And then, out of boredom, you got his number.

You woke up this morning with a headache from the previous day. You got up, made yourself some coffee, sat down at the table, and saw someone text you. It was Damir. You were surprised: you hadn't remembered how he got your number. You read his message, and it read:

"Next time, don't fall into my lap, okay? And don't drink too much alcohol, just by the way."