should not smile at this, or at least I have the feeling that you should not: apricot fought "my account" a few days ago, in Pucusana, or rather because of the repression and breaches of this group subjects or put another way because it messed with my butt in a community, or rather coral, as one throws a nickname and the other seconded with singing drunk and babbling, laughing corolla particularly rum.
The issue is that it took a few punches, head butts, he also pulled her hair, taking advantage of his long locks (and somewhat rare.)
Say that a Lima Peruvian woman or at least is a little more accustomed to ignore the hurtful compliments than men and arrows thrown at us (when a teen goes through the hits and more than a little body through our feminine), but there you nosequé , male beings can not stand, it's about respect say yes, but not only that, it's like an attack on masculinity that right under the nose of one, the lusts o respect your fellow woman ... and good to us, at least to me, sparked outrage, anger, frustration, but I also left internal giocondesca smile, a taste because he fought for me and the flesh of my buttocks.
I always freaks me super neutral and uninvolved consabidamente female characteristics (feminoid), I found myself proud at this. Well, one is known on the road.
PS: Even before a male had fought for me, but I admit frankly that was not cause for pride, as he hit his friend with whom I laughed and talked, and after lying on the floor, shouted: This is my wife, do not touch, dammit! He then vomited. Presumably embarrassed me a lot, while the shame killed my love of eighteen.
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