EUDOXIA: This is a smart move, granddaughter. Not only does attachment and instincts work here, but the head is already involved in the process.
IYA: Yes! But that's the problem!
EUDOXIA: Why not?
IYA: Yes, because as soon as I start to look closely at the boy I like, I inevitably sooner or later realize that he is an idiot.
EUDOXIA: Is that so?
IYA: Yes, that's right. You have no idea how many boys I've already met. They come from everywhere, just like an obsession. On the Internet every day a lot of sufferers who want to walk, ride, go to the movies, cafes, and so on. On the street, they approach me-they get acquainted, in transport they shove their mobile phones with the words: "Hello."
EVDOKIA: Well… This is no wonder, you are a prominent girl.
IYA: no, I'm not complaining about that. I am certainly pleased that I am popular with the boys. But I can't communicate with them for a long time! As long as they sing my praises, everything is great. But as soon as their vocabulary runs out, that's it… Either they fall off or I lose interest.
The grandmother looks at her granddaughter attentively, sympathetically, kindly.
IYA: the Women… I'll still be an old maid if it goes on like this. And this psychologist-a bastard, the second time does not want to consult for free. What should I do?
EVDOKIA (warily): my pension is small…
IYA: That's not what I'm talking about. Well, you're old… I mean, wise. Advise me! Tell me what to do.
EVDOKIA: and tell me this. How long does it usually take from the moment when you are interested in a guy to the moment when everything goes to hell with you?
IYA (thoughtfully): Oh, Bab… well…, in different ways. Once a day, once two… Well, probably the longest is four or five days.
EVDOKIA: everything is clear, granddaughter. All the people you've had the pleasure of talking to… meet… They had only one not-so-original goal in mind.
IYA (thoughtfully): You think all they wanted from me was…
EVDOKIA (interrupting, confidently): Yes!
Iya thinks about it.
IYA (thoughtfully): Wait, but many of them spoke so colorfully about me, they talked about their plans for me, promised a lot of things…
The grandmother looks at her granddaughter affectionately. Iya catches this skeptical look on her face.
IYA (thoughtfully): What do you think, that all stupidly lied, pursuing one single goal?