Yesterday I met with my best friend here, Katya. We've been friends since the university times. She's sincere, emotional, rather selfish and is constantly having "love problems".
She likes that kind of guys, which are connected with criminals (or smth like that) – they always have money, expensive cars, they are "strong and courageous". I don't like such men. I can't talk to them as there are no common interests and they seem to me stupid.
Now she lives with a man, who is not a gangster himself (he's ... an ordinary person ), but most his friends remind me of orangutans – little malicious eyes, great muscles, small brains and 50 words to communicate. And their girl-friends, interested in fashion and nails, calling them funny sugar names, irritate me a little. But Kate tries to take part in their company for the sake of her relations with Him. It's unusual for me that Kate's boyfriend always prefers to go to different parties with his friends, but not with her. And when she complains of that and demands more attention he says that he's not going to marry her, although he loves her.
And so yesterday I wanted to talk to Kate, but had to sit with orangutans and their girls, and look at Kate, who was gradually getting angry and sad because all the orangutans went to the café to meet their female partners, and her boyfriend prefered to continue the celebration with another drunk friend. I had nothing to do and nothing to say, so I was looking around and it seemed to me that I appeared to be in the world of ugly monsters… I was depressed. Soon I'll have nothing in common with my best friend here...