Sylvester Stallone

Posted by marmara on November 24, 2020

We are basically at least as complex as our female counterparts. We can hardly offer guidance and protection, we are looking for your own protection and orientation. Even universities react already and parents evenings for the senseless youth – our future. We are effeminate, small and weepy. When my father was young, Sylvester Stallone “Rocky” the world conquered.

Today we can appreciate a pale Robert Pattinson, who works in a film, which comes out with minimal kissing scenes, more androgynous than male. The trends were called at the time “Rock ‘ n’ roll”-today are considered men as fashionable dress lingerie. The man is in a crisis, contrary to the belief of the feminist, the androgynous, sad Sissy in women hardly arrives. On the contrary, he is a good friend, that was it but then also. HAAS insists that this is the case. We need more macho – sounds funny, but so. This circle enough its breaking into infinite realms rather hard falls. We are in our planning. “Only career!” often excludes the “family then!”, acts of desperation could follow.

Also the Bachelor with his two cats next door developed partner potential. The man is based with 35 new, a common conversation level must be not necessarily given, often two sufficient attributes for a potential partner are “young and fertile”. Who searches but does not find however has the opportunity to join forces with fellow sufferers: age WGs are the new hit in Germany. Friends living together – and with 50 +. That this development not least demographically gnaws on which we all sit, namely the welfare State to the Chair, is a sad aspect we forget all too often want to do. This inventory should be however not anxious one. We need just a little more spontaneity, the understanding, that life is not predictable and the one or the other pinch of coincidence. Larissa anyway, it took courage. She asks whether I today night still on one or two drinks stay. I must reject – acquaintances are not planned my working hours, unfortunately. Martin Scorce

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