Before we set off in a whirlwind of new search for a life partner, try to at least one day (and preferably two, three, four ... a week) to live in their own pleasure. Relax. Try not to indulge in anything (as far as finances allow). This is necessary, first, in order to get yourself: throw all the problems, grievances and plans of vengeance and the like. Secondly, you would be nice to feel like a woman again. A free woman! That's why, and treat yourself to a unique celebration of selfishness. (Incidentally, something similar is sometimes a good idea to practice in marriage. Just do not be confused with the official day of the 8 th of March!)

In anticipation of the pleasures of the evening Cover the bed with fresh linen, from which emanates France (do not take their best spirits). At the head put flowers. During the execution of pre-holiday ritual alarm is permitted to throw under the bed, but you can just it will not start. In the morning you should not open his eyes once, barely awake. Feel the warmth of your body. Imagine that you - the cat. Blinking, purring sweetly and stretching, eating pink smell, open your eyes slowly. Turn on the jazz or blues (cassette insert a tape in advance).

Enjoy the warm jets of water, flowing at your gorgeous body. (Da-da! Magnificent! Now absolutely useless to the criticism of his own person.) Gently rub into skin in immoderate amounts of gel, swim in the foam of your favorite soap and shampoo. Wrapped in a soft towel, use all cosmetic products (creams, masks, toilet water). Do whatever gives you pleasure. You can even get under the cold shower, and then half an hour warming up under the hot. Not contraindicated and sauna.

Majestically passing the mirror, do not get tired, said: "As I is good!" What flexible in my waist! What an interesting profile! "What legs! And those eyes - how much fire in them (femininity, luxury, mystery - are possible options)." Perhaps you should not continue - you will certainly fluent in the art such meditating. Learn to love yourself! You fall asleep in the coffee spoon of coffee, a little cinnamon or cloves, pour the water, admiring the clear stream. Graceful movement of a hand putting the coffee pot on the stove. With the mood of waiting, when coffee is ready, pour it (so that, with foam) in a coffee cup of fine porcelain and carefully carry to the coffee table in the living room, which already costs rose and a plate with cheese, cut into thin slices. With slow taster sip of coffee warming, melting the mouth pieces of sharp cheeses.

Madame Bovary imagined it this way: "To go a step in the post-chaise with blue silk curtains, listening to the coachman sings, jingle bells as herds of goats as a muffled noise of the waterfall and how all these sounds, echoes the mountain echoes. Of course, everyone dreams are different: someone, for example, madly want to be in a canoe, with devastating speed flying into the abyss of Niagara, and then wake up in his arms calmly smokes unshaven native, someone once again, for example, can not get rid of the idea to jump off a cliff into the sea, where barely swaying through the waves is seen moire carpet of algae. The main thing - to play in this delicate pink or swarthy red Grese any role.

Imagine - you're going down the street, after you pulled the train has not yet weathered a sunny morning dreams, the men look back, or simply freeze with his mouth open. Select (do not forget about the color of the vase and table, which will show off a bouquet) rose or an orchid, mimosa, flower girl smile (or rather - her male counterpart with a Caucasian accent and a mustache, which adds a pleasant bitterness in a dish), receiving in response a storm inept but heartfelt wishes, and understand that life is beautiful and amazing. Return some not footworn you route. Along the way plyuhnutsya allowed to teeter and draw in your mind a funny smiley face, a caricature of a head, my dear beloved face or anything else in the highest degree worthy.

Spend a withering gaze burning passion prosvistevshy by the Mercy, accompanied by an incendiary (demonic, gentle, charming) laugh - and see how a man reacts to the impulse: it slows down and, smiling, trying to make acquaintance (not just settle it on the menu is not included!) or expresses his admiration for a piercing alarm. Slight movement of the purse, let imagine your dear soul delicacies, fruits and wine. Experience shows that it is impressionistic mix of edibles are most appropriate for our exquisite meals. Maximum effort allowed our menu - it is delicious slice and arrange refreshments. Put a decisive end to those recipes in a cookbook that involve titanic feats in the kitchen cooking fumes.

Think about the menu. This will be an oyster sauce with kiwi on a plate of tinted glass? Tongue in jelly? Or (if so fed up with these palm trees and pineapples) baked potato in Russian clay pots stuffed with eggplant? Even if you trapeznichaete one, discard the impulsive thrust to the phone to call an equally lonely friend. To anything in this bright moment of tear-Babskii gatherings in a series of "Nobody does not like me." Posibaritstvuyte alone - in a comfortable chair, with Tomiki Francoise Sagan (or anything else that you like), is within reach - a cup of tea with bergamot and a plate with pancakes stuffed with spicy Korean carrot salad. As a garnish recommended nostalgic motives Dassin, or Sting.

Auditory training - this was the best day of my life

Energizing in these moments of bliss, then to remember: "Yes, it was the best day of my life ..." Fall asleep with flowers exuding aromas of the headboard, scroll to the memory I just watched the movie with you like a main character. Erect a perfumed bed, imagine yourself Venus Tintoretto and slowly sinks into the country again ... If there is insufficient money delicacies and travel can be simplified, but in any case not be removed! Privacy and water treatment - are required!

Why, ask, need this as it may seem ridiculous meditating? And because the vast majority of us do not love yourself. They say, they say, it features "the mysterious Russian soul". And the whole mystery lies in our education and in particular foundations of society, which we soaked up what is called a mother's milk. With mladye Nail parents instilled in children: "to love myself wrong, to love everyone, not going to selfish ..." And what result? Himself did not initially know how to love, especially love your own body. Deliver your body enjoy one of the worst evils. And while literally in the blood of desire does not stand out and be like everyone else.

 Now, imagine how would feel a woman with such an installation if the round is almost officially declared as "standards of beauty," and all that is not like everyone else, it is considered ugly? And pointless to talk to this woman that her body can be beautiful and loved and welcome. She is sure: not fit the standard parameters - mean and unworthy of happiness. All this nonsense. Learn to love yourself , if you want to not only be happy themselves, but to give happiness to those around you.

Crocked, stabbed, hating myself a woman can not give anything good to people around her, and in particular the future or existing partners. Because to give her nothing - not her love, kindness, sexiness. Why, she even imagine such feelings does not feel, so take it all for others it is simply nowhere.

What man wants to live with you, if you instead of confidence, joy and pleasure radiate continuous negative emotions, especially in relation to itself? If you have time and again to tell him about what you're ugly, unhappy and generally bad ... And then just shied away from all the men, thinking that attending to you, they scoff at you. That's what you push your own happiness, not their appearance. Reconciled with the size and shape of your body - at least, to be charming and desirable!