напишите, напишите мне в комментариях, что чувствует мужчнина около 40, получив вот такое письмо от молодой женщины с безупречной репутацией

i don't know, i don't know
and i can't work any more....not friday, not tomorrow - i want you now (tipsha)
it seems that all my blood run from head to stomek and again to head and i don't understand where i am....
i don't know you at all, but i love u - it' a ravings of a madman - everything - love, wishes, dreams.
i hate my bitch nature
i fought with myself
till now i don't understand where i found power not to touch you in car after "mesiba" in haifa
but it's lame excuse
i had to hide my temperament, my dreams and love
but now it's a history...
each morning I like a drug addict tell to myself that i start "a new life" without yaron - and i fall more deep and every day i'll need more and more drugs
no, no, i don,t want to start
olga says that the only way is to have more lovers then one,

why i wrote you all these "foolish shtiks"?
i try to explain - by myself i don't know what i try to explain
i'm ill
you are my desease
and no place to run
i try to think that it's just a game, for you it's just a sex. you'll be boring very quickly...leave me alone and alone i can manage
but i feel what i feel only second time in my life...
previous time it finished very sadly.


ok, doesn't matter.
you are kind person, you are real selfmade men, i'll trust on you
no another chance