Dear readers,

You may not have read it, but there is a novel (and above all its title) that describes very well one of the best advices I can offer you: Don't blame Karma for what happens to you as an asshole. Amen to this sentence, ladies and gentlemen. Let's not blame Karma for what happens to us for making wrong decisions, putting up with the wrong couple, or not having sent the wrong mother-in-law on time.

According to the law of Karma or cause and effect, in life we reap what we have sown...Allow me to disagree. I did nothing to life when I chose a lout for a husband, nor when I caught him with his co-worker. No, I did not.  In any case, what life does owe me is to pay back interest for putting up with a subnormal for so long. Now, more relaxed and less Zen, I find myself here, with taitantos, writing on a website to warn possible 'new victims' that I can save: ENJOY LIFE, YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE.

And this, with all the consequences: That we must leave, leave. You have to put on a pair of 10-centimeter heels even if tomorrow you'll be in pieces, so get up! That your friends are very busy, we will make new friends ... But please, live and if it is without depending on anyone, better.

We must release ballast, it is proven. But you must also be accompanied, because you will go further than if you walk alone. Therefore, friends, welcome to your new life. One in which karma will have nothing to do, if not to favor you.

I am going to tell you two stories, under the same title. We will do it with pseudonyms for privacy issues, ok? Let's say I'm talking about two friends, the dot and the i. That's what we'll call them...
The dot is married but not for that reason she is a lazy maruja who only reads magazines from the heart (with all due respect). The "i" is a divorced mother who tries to combine her motherly side and her personal side with these salaries that life has given us. Sounds familiar? Person, not robot.

We go to the case. The dj... the married woman feels motivated and goes with her husband to one of those indie festivals that they take so much now. The humor is not very good, things of the menstruation. They arrive, ask for a third and begin to socialize ( don't talk about children, don't talk about children...). The married woman finds her indie friend tired of being asked why she doesn't want to have children and she misses the rice. The married woman suggests that she indicate that she uses shiny rice, that she does not overdo it.

They ask for another beer between laughs (the husband no longer exists) and arrives the above mentioned dj of this story that mirrors the married woman: you no longer get divorced that with children you are already out of the market. The poor old rice, formerly called indie, empathizes with her friend and for being fed up, officially clumsy, she spills the beer on the dj's shirt. A pity about the beer...

Let's move on to the i:
Night bird where there are any, is lucky to go to events and pay a kangaroo of not strangling rates.
For one who goes and there is the dj subject two. It's premestrual and well, it happens to me too, hotter than usual. The DJ two flirts with her. ( don't talk about children, don't talk about children...) they go to the bathroom, why not? She comes home, pays her babysitter, gives her kids a kiss and goes to sleep. It was fun. Second meeting with dj. There is not enough ego when it comes to men. The subject two introduces himself to the i and asks her to pass on him, and not to try anything that he has a wife and baby and is very much in love. Dear Dj, life has changed, we are no longer in the 40s. That I have fun with you in a bathroom does not mean that for being a woman I will ask you for eternal love.

Moral: always have a beer handy. We never know what we will need it for.

Advice: don't forget to try the oil of onagra is very good to adjust the effects of the menstruation.

To the DJs: buy a forest and get lost in it.

Looking for a worthwhile man in Tinder is like looking for a needle in a haystack. You'll find the best in every house... Empty houses, I mean.

WHAT THEY SELL:
What if you risk living an adventure, what if I'm fifty-something but look at my abs and my shiny false teeth, what if I love cats, what if what I love most is my daughter, what if you look at my ferrari but don't get too close for money, yes ladies, everything for everyone.

THE REALITY: (the one with the Ferrari) Pull yourself together because I'm almost eighty years old and in the photo I'm drooling... This one is ugly, this one is fat, this one wears a wig, this one has a psychopathic face... and so on until, of course, you see a half normal one and, crazy party!

THE TRANSLATION:
Interesting men looking for love or a good time (few). Men who have been rejected and are looking for a patch for the hole that someone else left (some), uninteresting men who are looking for a good time, they (Kicking).

THE CONCLUSION:
I haven't looked for the creators of Tinder but I bet with you a dinner and I don't lose it, because most of them are men.
Very ladies of mine love you a little more.. that according to reliable sources (alpha males), men are rubbing their hands together with this social network. Why? Well, very clearly, they are selling the donkey and the worst thing is, the donkey is being bought. Men who had never hooked up in their lives now have a busy schedule.

THE MORALEJA:
Go and get the interesting one, since they are going to sell you the bike, at least, the bike is a Harley.

VERSION 2 (we keep the Tinder...)
To look for a man worth in Tinder is like looking for a needle in a haystack. You will find the best of each house... Empty houses, I mean.

WHAT THEY SELL:
The usual

REALITY:
the one before.

THE TRANSLATION:
The same: Interesting men looking for love or a good time (few). Men who are rejected and are looking for a patch for the hole left by another (some), uninteresting men who are looking for a good time, they (Kicking).

THE OTHER CONCLUSION:
Open the letter, read the menu and ask for a dish that you like. That it is good, it repeats, that no. Then to by another one. We played with advantage, that a single or divorced woman single wants to have a good time, it seems that the men still do not believe it asique has fun
seeing how they sell you the bike. I'm sure you'll have a better time.

THE NEW MORAL:
As always, enjoy, you only live once