It is a bit disorganized here. But I think I will apply soon for private counselling.

That man from Paris contacted me again. But this time I have not had any emotions.

And he accidentally showed his not so good side. At a moment of discussion, he said a cup of coffee dropped on him and how horrible that he, such a man, will have to go in dirty clothes in public transport. Then he wrote that in the end, it is so good he has a girlfriend madly in love with him at home who does everything about the house and she will wash it.