Doctor. He made great money: a car, an apartment - everything was excellent. And he himself is tall, athletic, smart. And he had many girls, also very beautiful and athletic. And educated. But he quickly became disillusioned; and one girl was replaced by another. And again the short infatuation ended. And some of the girls talked to each other; the social circle was one, in general. And they admired a man as a man. And like a doctor. He also treated and gave advice. But all the girls came to the conclusion that this man is a narcissist. He loves only himself, but he is not capable of true love. And it's nice just to meet him, go to bed or go somewhere to the sea; he doesn't want to get married. Narcissus. And this daffodil married a plump girl with freckles. Ugly. Moreover, unfortunately, with diabetes mellitus. And everyone was surprised and laughed, and again this marriage was attributed to narcissism - they say, at the expense of an ugly plump girl, he satisfies his complexes! I got myself a pet! And this doctor told me that this Lizonka was the only one who was interested in how the doctor was feeling. Are you tired? What happened at work. How he went to visit his mother in the village and how is my mother's health - my mother also has diabetes. What he dreamed of. What he would like to eat for dinner; and in general - what does he like from food? You see, this Lizonka was interested in him. She spoke to him about him. And just called to see how you were doing? Not with the aim of meeting, although meeting is very good and joyful. And she always said: I love you, my dear! Just. So he fell in love and got married. And this did not surprise me in the least, because I had been friends with this doctor for many, many years. And he was always a great friend. Who is capable of friendship is capable of love. This is the law. Only he wasn't the narcissist, of course. And these beautiful girls talked only about themselves. And not once - not once! - no one asked what he liked. Where is his mom. Where is Dad. What did he dream about. And isn't he tired at work? That's the whole simple story. They are friends and live with those who are interested in us. And they really move away from daffodils. None of these girls, by the way, ever got married, at least the ones I know. They are still pretty though. After all, gray hair can be painted over, and wrinkles can be smoothed out. And keep talking only about yourself ...