Over highly caloric french fries and cheap beer, my friends and I spent part of the night complaining about the lack of prince-charming material in the market (at least for us). We had previously had a heated discussion over the weakness of political institutions in Brazil, so we needed to fuss about a lighter topic.
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I have got to be honest – we are quite likable. And smart! I can’t figure what’s wrong, really. Perhaps we failed to embody the can’t-go-wrong combination of ignorance coupled with striking beauty, or exceptional brains with striking beauty. If either happens to be the issue, I’m doomed: I’m no Bündchen or Einstein-Bündchen.
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By the end of the night the girls and I had shared good laughs, but we arrived at no definite conclusions. We went back home wondering what might (really) be wrong with us. And politicians.
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I have got to be honest – we are quite likable. And smart! I can’t figure what’s wrong, really. Perhaps we failed to embody the can’t-go-wrong combination of ignorance coupled with striking beauty, or exceptional brains with striking beauty. If either happens to be the issue, I’m doomed: I’m no Bündchen or Einstein-Bündchen.
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By the end of the night the girls and I had shared good laughs, but we arrived at no definite conclusions. We went back home wondering what might (really) be wrong with us. And politicians.
1 comment:
I almost heard Carrie now... hahaha I have to say that I´ve had that same conversation with my friends a million times... and we always follow the same math logical...
Once I read Isabella Allende saying how long she took to realise how stupid she had to pretend to be to GET a man... And how tough it used to be to pretend to be as much silly as she thought she needed to pretend to be.
What I´ve been asking myself since than is: What´s the point of being with a man that rather a dull?
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