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Got a call last night. On the other side of the line was a familar and dear female creature with a lot of excitment in her voice, saying: „Wooooooooooooow honey, I met a Lovely! It was… unreal. You have to see him… I`ve almost died, he`s…. Ah! Soooooooo  hot!!!“.

The classical definition of a Lovely is: a man, late 30s or early 40s, charming, well preserved, with magnetic attraction, painfully hot, has all hair which is greyish on the sides.

So she asked if I`m online and if I could Google him. (A classical stalker approach.) She said his name and Google revealed a well known intelectual. Just as an info, her last One was an old, chubby, cranky, boldy…something so now I expected something really good.

Her next line was: „Find his photo! There must be a photo!“.

So I did, sincerly hoping to see this:

In stead of it I got…  Noooooooo…. Can`t be…. This just can`t be it…..Is this a joke?….Damn!!!

Jesus Mary and… ! And again, damn woman!!! What the….?!?

The guy is over 50, maybe even older. In stead of the hair, he`s got few white….fluffy… bushes which are struting on his shiny bald spots, to be precise – every 15 inches you find a grmičak followed by an airport run… And his face, pure pedophile. You know, chubby and wrinkled, with a pretty disturbing smile. Short, chubby, all lard and swing.

And again, damn!

Then she asked: „Isn`t he georgious????“ – and I… I couldn`t speak.

I couldn`t because THAT was one of the ugliest creatures I ever saw! 100% sleezy.

So I kept my mouth shot in disbelief, trying to recuperate, while she was sighing. And smiling. And giggling. And sighing again.

And I finally said…. `Cause….This is… This…is… I mean was….Well…

Woman, are you feeling alright? That fever that you`re mentioning, have you been eating something strange today? Or perhaps you started to use some drugs? Helooooooo? Anyone?

Like first, he`s surely more than 20 years older from you! Probably more. Secondly, if you like older men, at least choose something really sexy and attractive! You call this hot?!? THIS couldn`t be loved not even by his own mother!

There are some really hot examples of the Lovely but this… He looks like someone`s horny uncle!

And why you need older men anyway? What`s wrong with your father? Why do you need two?!? And for crying out loud, why, oh why they have to be so ugly??? You`re young, attractive, educated and funny, you can choose amongst an army of goodlooking guys!

And no, here you can`t use the phrase „Beauty is a realtive thing“. This is not relative, this is completly and totally old, ugly and sleezy.

When they say Oldie and goldie, they don`t reffer to that.

There must be a fault in the evolutional code. Some nasty mistake which pushes the Beauties towards the arms of geriatric Beasts. So that they could push them back (or their wheels) towards infinity.

And I must say, I understand the Oldies, we all like the spring,  but what`s with the Spring roses? Were their fathers so cold and distant that they keep searching for that love forever?

And what when Spring roses get older, then what? How to teach them to give themselves all the love they missed?

Surely not through some dry wrinkled hands.

We are a strange spieces, among us there are always the ones searching for the weeker and feeble which will harass just to provide themselves the feeling of power and greatness.

And that was also the case in this story.

 Unce opon a time there was a little girl.

Pretty, small, quiet and shy. Maybe even too quiet, too shy and definitely too small. She was the shortest in her class. Sometimes that fact have brought her the excessive attention of her collegues. And not of the good kind.

Especially from one little carrion. A boy, big as a mouintain, with an oversized inferiority complex, was bullying whoever came his way. The smallest and shyest were his sweetest prey. They were subscribed on his discharge of force for which the carrion in question have exulted in content.

 The little girl˙s father, who was also a favorite harassment material when he was a kid, have suggested his child to sign in on some martial art classes. And the child have chosen.

It turned to be a very good decision. Shortly after that, the little girl have shown an exceptional talent for the chosen sport, at the same time buidling it`s selfesteem and opening herself to the world. Actually, she was so sucssesful in it, that her coach started sending her first on the regional and then on the state competions where she was very well noted.

Back in the school, nothing was changed. The oversized carrion was still trampling weeker kids enjoying in his social status.

That is, this is how it was before one particular autumn morning when the bully have started picking our quiet little girl again during the first break. She went, as always before, to their teacher telling her what happened. The teacher talked with the violent boy and explained him why he shouldn`t do it.

Then the second break came. The carrion have run to the little girl and started pickig her again forcing her to tell the teacher again.  The third break came as a direct invite in bully`s head to molest the girl even harder. She went to the teacher, again, which have talked, again, with the overweening carrion.

 Soon the bell rang and the school day was finished. But not for the persistnet bully. He started running towards the girl and… found a shock: that subtle little gal have grabbed the bully and thrown him on the floor with one perfect by the book clutch! It took few seconds until he rasied from the dirt, confused and offended, and repeated his attack to discover a new defense tactic followed by a serial of well directed hits that he couldn`t do anything than start to cry calling his mom.

The gang in the schoolyard was thrilled. The kids started to lough celebrating the end of a very dark era. From that day, not just that the bully haven`t touched the little girl but he haven`t touched the rest of the kids, uncertain what he may discover next time.

 This is a true story with a happy ending. The girl`s father have told me the story with such pride and joy in his voice that even I started to jump happily. He was jovial as a kid, repeating: „Hey, do you know what that means??? He was beaten by the smallest GIRL in the class! MY little girl!“

 To make the thing even better, the girl haven`t become conceited or perturbed for that event. She have brought up the story so peacefully that it was fascinating. And continued calmly and quietly like nothing happened.

Payback is a bitch..

The bullys recognize only their own language.

If the smallest girl in the class can do it, then everybody else can. This story is intended to parents who disgust any use of force in any form. You can`t be always at your child`s back defending it, you should rather teach it how to walk and discover the jungle of life with more simper and confidence.