To his girlfrend

The weekend had just begun, and I didn’t want to go home, so Alex, without hesitation, headed to Kate’s.

Kate was his classmate, whom he had been dating for six months. Kate was a pretty girl, but, alas, too old-fashioned and a bit of a nerd.

Yes, it was interesting with her, and they had common interests in science fiction and computer games...

But in six months, they didn’t even reach second base. Actually, today Alex planned to fix this...

...Kate greeted him as usual, a little distractedly and joyfully.

She, in principle, was glad to see him, but at the same time, this was not the meeting with “puppy joy” that he would like to see. There was no enthusiastic squealing, there was no throwing around the neck. Even the kiss (on the cheek) was initiated by Alex himself. Yes, Kate answered... Just as absent-mindedly. She was just going through “Baldur’s Gate 3” once again, and it seems that her thoughts were not here. She even put a bouquet of flowers, by the way, not at all cheap, in a vase only after a reminder from Alex, having previously tried to simply put it on the dressing table in the hallway.

In general, Alex's sunny mood dropped exponentially.

The result was something that Alex had never started before: a scandal.

• Kate, damn it! I no longer understand - are we boyfriend and girlfriend, or just “friends”?

• I don't understand why you ask this. Well, yes, we agreed - I’m your girlfriend. - Kate’s reasonable tone infuriated the guy even more.

• Kate! That was six months ago! During this fucking time, we kissed exactly three times!

• Hey! First of all, stop swearing! Secondly, you and I kiss all the time!

• My dear, ON THE CHEEK! WE KISS ON THE CHEEK!

• Alex, but we’re kissing! I hope you didn’t think that I would be like one of those cheerleaders who already slept with the entire football team several times!

• Yes, if only... - Alex waved his hand - I would give a lot if you would at least stop wearing those eternal stretched sweaters, floor-length skirts and other “granny panties.” You have a wonderful figure! Why hide it all the time?!

• You know what, dear! Firstly, you have never seen my “panties” (“That’s the problem...” Alex muttered, but was not heard)! Secondly, you know nothing about my figure. You are only imagining something! And generally speaking! I’m not some kind of bimbo whore with implants larger than her own empty head, who fucked half the staff, whose “legs don’t close”, and who is ready to blow you at the first snap of her fingers... Ugh, even saying that is disgusting!

• You know, sometimes I really want you to be just like that! Somehow, you have combined your interesting personality with a high libido!

• And I suppose I would dress like the last slut?! - the girl’s voice rang dangerously with metal, but Alex was too excited to notice it.

• Yes, I would like you not to hide your sexuality. And if for you this means “dressing like the last slut,” then that’s it: I wish you to dress like the last slut!

• You! You! You're a monster! You're just like all the other guys! All you need is sex! I had a much better opinion of you! Get out and take your flowers!

• Kate! I'VE BEEN SILENT ABOUT THIS FOR SIX MONTHS! I, at your whim, remain celibate! And now I’m just talking about kisses! - Alex, having spoken out, cooled down, and now tried to save the situation. After all, he really liked Kate's personality. He just wanted that, in addition to this, there was something feminine about her...

• You know... I have a lot to think about. Go home, we’ll call you tomorrow and decide what to do next. You have upset and offended me very much.

• But we’re still a couple? - Alex cringed internally.

• Still. I will think. Tomorrow I will finally decide - Kate headed towards the door, making it clear that the conversation was over.

Alex took a deep breath and left her house. Of course, he left flowers.