On the escalator in the metro

Here it is all! Open confessions about loneliness and a microscopic chest. Missed opportunities and failed first steps. Unsuccessful practices of femininity and beer. Talentless dates and happy coincidences. A little harassment and a lot of shame. A shaved backside... and multinationality. A feeling of emptiness, music, and annoying advice from personal life improvement experts.
In general, there's a lot of sex here that, to be honest, I haven't had yet. Also, my immaculately conceived charming daughter and the screenwriter of my life - permanently foolish and drunk, but very talented Semen Gennadievich.
And bonuses, apart from the tear-soaked metro escalators: training for a calm lonely life and a guide to communicating with the lonely.