Ch14. Not the Hero of My Novel
Dry statistics have clearly shown that in ninety-nine percent of cases, I will actually meet the one who is not suitable, instead of the one I am trying to locate. I clung to the dream and refused to give up. That's why I agreed to meet someone who already in the first phone call sounded in love with herself. Her appearance was according to the fashion order, in a tailored gown style, straight from the luxury shops of State Square.
There was a slight smile of condescension on her sharp face. I recognized her easily. Branded bags she had just purchased prevented me from shaking her delicate hand. Compared to the low average of Israeli women, it was high. Her touch was like a fluttering feather. When we got into bed, she would purposefully ask, "Do I do something or do I go to bed?"
