Was it love - Hartmut Hoffmann - Bog

Oh, when you're so alone in life in the world, so completely without female contact and what else you can expect from a lovely woman, you start to fantasize. To put together a woman in a dream as one imagines being happy with her. Yes, I've just turned thirty-five and have already been married. My feelings and my internal clock tell me if I don't start looking for women now, many different ones, not only in terms of appearance but also in terms of character, and I test and try each one out, until I suddenly notice in a woman because my heart is screaming and my mind is totally floating, that's her! If I don't have the courage to do so, life will pass me by without me experiencing anything. How is she supposed to know I'm waiting for her?