Complexity in love

Complexity in love
She was 27. Almost 28. She was a sister of my friend. Our meeting weren`t long and usually tool place in their house when I came there as a guest. Her hair was eggplant color, barely covered her neck and fell in funny ringlets. Her face had a lot of freckles and the thin line of her lips was always accentuated by pink pencil. Her deep planted dark-green eyes more often expressed thoughtfulness and only rarely tranquility. At the corners of her eyes were barely noticeable wrinkles and one more deep crease could be seen across the forehead, just because by force of habit she knit her brows. She loved to adorn herself with bling. She thought that without those things she looked a colorless as watery soup. 
So, she was 27. Not 20, when hot blood beats in the temples and a girl tends toward recklessness. Not 25, when a man`s embrace is felt in full measure and one goes down in it like a cherry in a dense Martini.  At almost 28, importance of love had for her another side. I knew that she had had time for three marriages but she divorced each time after 12 month had expired.
Number one marriage had been when she was 20. She had chosen a man, and he chosen her. They arranged a day, wore wedding outfits, and signed documents. In exactly  12 months, she applied for divorce.
Marriage number  two had been when she was 24. A similar script. Her groom even had a slight resemblance to the first one. The wedding wasn`t luxurious, she insisted. She wore another colored dress, he wore a black suit and after 12 month they were divorced. Do you know what happened the third time? Yes, but she didn`t wear a wedding dress, she decided to dispense with it. But every time when the time had expired she blamed her husband’s for hard-heartedness and  inattention.  But the moment she got her freedom, she threw herself into the embraces of other men without any guilty conscience.  Very soon.
I have met her on an airplane. I was on a business trip to Moscow, she visiting relatives.  In the previous few months I had been very busy with my work, so I hadn`t seen my friend or her sister. We were both with our casual meeting and arranged to have seats next to each other. She sat beside me and pulled a small table down, putting on it a transparent plastic beaker, which was brought by a steward.  She took a sip and politely asked me about my life. I was curious to ask her whether she had divorced, because by my count it had been more than 12 month since got married last time.  But she told me about it before I opened my mouth.
-          I am divorced, - she smiled sourly. I kept silent. – Do you know why? – I shrugged my shoulders. – Because of pants.
-          Huh?
She sighed.
-          Every time because of their pants! And belly…Yes. Belly
-          Why didn`t their pants please you? – I asked seriously. – And their belly?
-          They… You know…, - she faltered. – Thy stretched! Do you understand?
-          No, - I responded shortly land her thin hands on her lap. A little bit later, maybe one minute, she started to rub her ring finger.
-          Whenever I met a man, I mark their advantages and disadvantages in a book which I made and when we become closer,  I mark their belly and underwear. A man`s belly, you know, is almost his character. Looking at the belly you can tell a lot of things about its owner. A hollow belly indicates that man have an active style of life, quite often have sex, get on with life , have targets. When the belly becomes flabby it means that the man has relaxed. Beers in the evenings, sex once in two weeks and so on. The third stage is when the belly has a visible bulge. There are several versions – obesity, stomach problems, and the other one is … he doesn’t care about himself. He has decided that there is nothing  he has to do in this life.
-          What does it signify? What is connection with their pants?
-          Haven`t you caught on yet? – She knitted her brows and wrinkles appeared.
-          No.
-          When I got married them, they didn’t have a belly! – She kept a short pause. – But eventually they relaxed. After they became husbands they regarded me as a fortress attacked successfully and they could now lay down their arms. Concerning pants… You just don’t know how they adore wearing the same pants for a long time. – She finished drinking her water and passed the beaker to a steward. – Their pants stretched because of their bellies. But everything is going to change.
-          Are never going to marry again?
-          No, of course. – She crossed her hands behind her head and settled back with a dreamy look. – I am never going allow them to wear pants thus I, probably, won`t notice how his belly is sagging…