It makes no difference to her whether it's Woody Allen or Woody Woodpecker on the screen... It is of absolutely no importance to her... She doesn't like movie at all... Nevertheless she had seen much more than I had...
She always stays at home throughout cold windy nights of my absence, what means that I'm not quite devoted to the faithful service an warm reception she gives me, but she knows that sooner or later I'll be back to her...
She stays with me after long years of my "walkaways"... She had seen all of my girlfriends, at least most of them... she's jealous every time, but she tries "keeping calm" and never shows me her misunderstanding of my flexibility to any kind of moral...
She's indifferent to my nearby sitting with my fellows watching football...
She does not give a damn whether I'm happy, annoyed or angry - she accepts me in any state of my mood...
She's always glad to see me when I come home to tell (while stretching over her body) what a disastrous day I had today...
She never shows that she's much older than I am and always listens to me very carefully...
She's the only one who cares will I come home today or not... everyone else do not give a fuck whether I'm dead or alive...
She's often been soaking wet with my tears but she's the only one who never been the cause to these tears...
It is so great to spend evening free time in her arms reading a volume of a favorite author... in the arms of my good old sofa... what would I do without her...