the holiday was an unusual meeting It was a beautiful day holiday. The sky was cloudless, warm breeze blew. One day I went to the sea for swimming. The beach was a lot of holiday-makers seeking to cool a hot day, it was difficult to find space for sunbathing. A few minutes later I found a piece of the beach and then spread to my things and decided to go for a swim. The waves were quite high which was another fun and cool that day. After several hours, when some people have gone to dinner, she has appeared. Dream Girl. I could not drain from her eyes. She was a beautiful brunette with how beautiful and slender physique. Spread next to my place. I found that did not seize the opportunity to talk with someone like this is the worst possible solution. I decided to sit down and talk, but her beauty received my thoughts. How to start a conversation? On what topic? It was horrible. However, I decided to go out on a towel, and maybe she will do the first step? I was wrong. She was lying on his towel sunbathing. I got even more mętliku in the head. I can do, how to start a conversation, like his name, from what city it came from? These questions have troubled me the most. I decided to take the first step. The first thing I came to mind, for example, to start a conversation about the weather, or ask how her name and maybe something will happen ... -What is your name, and perhaps angels have no names? When she looked at me, petrified. Her beautiful blue eyes, able to enchant more than one. When I replied zamurowało. The voice, which only the angels are, or maybe it was just an angel? She answered the question: -I am not an angel, or maybe a shame. My name is Pauline. -I am Matthew, I said -I am very nice, and from what city are you from? -Asked -From Warsaw. -A is a pity, I come from Krakow. What a blow for me was when I learned that we can not meet every day and left me to enjoy the beauty of the store, because after a while took the stuff and said: -It is a pity that we are not the same city, and I unfortunately have to go now, goodbye. After a few seconds of shock, I replied shyly: -Goodbye, maybe one day we meet ... After a long time sitting and contemplation of the conversation began to grow dark and I had to go home. That night I could not sleep, I only thought about this very celebratory moment that was a conversation with her.
