How I confused the two men of my dreams

I want to tell my story to those who believe in divination. Although, those who do not believe - it will also be interesting. About two years ago I went with my girlfriend to a fortune-teller. Granny was known in our district as a clairvoyant, and many said her predictions were coming true. With the love experiences of my girlfriend, she managed "at a time," prosychiv her new relationship and happiness.

With me, she tinkered for a long time: she peeled pebbles and looked at the coffee grounds in the cup, and scattered the cards. Finally she said that I would move to another city, meet the man of my dreams, who will be the only one in my destiny, but on the way to our boundless happiness there will be barriers that I have to overcome despite everything. Laughing away with a laugh from the predictions, I plunged into ordinary life - work, home.

Predictions come true

Six months later, I was suddenly asked to take a position at one of the enterprises of our holding, for which I had to move to another region. I have no family, they appreciate it at work - and I went. I remembered, of course, about the predictions, but decided to think that this was a coincidence.

I took off the apartment, settled in a new place, and a month later I met Igor. Well-groomed, beautiful, with education, prosperity. Fell in love immediately to the ears, and mutually! Then I completely believed in the divination of that granny, and was determined to turn the mountains on the way to our happiness. Obstacles, according to the prediction, did not keep you waiting.

Once it turned out that Igor was a gambler. Moreover, he must have a decent amount of money, which he urgently needs to give. After collecting all my savings, I rushed to him to the other end of the district. Now I understand how stupid - a taxi would be safer.

In general, in a dark alley, I was hit on the head and pulled out a handbag with all the money. Falling, I hurt my cheek severely about something sharp. What happened next, I do not remember, but I woke up already in the hospital. There I spent two weeks - without money, and even Igor never visited me. It was painful and hurtful. In addition, it was found that through my cheek I now have an ugly scar. After discharge, I came to Igor, but he told me that this - with a scar on the whole face - I do not need him. I grief there was no limit!

On the road to happiness

Remembering the words of the granny that Igor is the only man of my fate, I decidedly went to the clinic of plastic surgery. They agreed to help me for 25 thousand. But how do I get money now, when was the last robber taken away? In a strange city, I still did not even have time to make friends to ask them to borrow this amount. And after the hospital I received a penny - just to live up to a normal salary.

Deciding to look for variants of plastic surgery cheaper, I began to wool the Internet. I did not find anything practical, but I caught sight of the online loan service "Robot Seymour": he offered to lend me the right amount. No pledges, warranties, a whole folder of documents, or even a personal meeting with the manager of the "Zaimera" were required - the money was given out for a month, transferring them to a bank card. Deciding not to anger fate, which itself prompted me the way to the solution of obstacles, I issued a loan. I expected that 25,000 would be transferred to me at the latest on the next day, but the money arrived at my expense in a few minutes, and after lunch I signed a contract with the clinic for the treatment of the ill-fated scar. Only three weeks - and again I will be a beauty!

Dr. Yurochka

Needless to say, Igor did not appear for these three weeks with me? But the young handsome doctor who performed the operation, practically did not leave me all this time. He brought flowers every day, referring to "special service" paid customers, but I learned that the bouquets are not included in the package of services of the clinic. Perhaps, from good treatment, or maybe from his endless attention, I recovered very quickly, and Dr. Jura - as I called him as a joke - invited me after my discharge for a real date. Of course, first of all I paid off with "Robot Seymar": I do not like to be due. And on a date with Dr. Yura, I went, and did not regret: such a courteous and reliable man, I really have never met. About Igor, I no longer remembered - I heard only that his business is not very good. He is no longer interesting to me. I just confused the men, believing in fortune-telling predictions. I'll never guess more. After all, next to me is already the man of my dreams - Yurochka.

Ilona Savitskaya,

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