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Well the probability (not of loneliness)

The probability has always been one of the parts of mathematics that I liked. I think it was because in the absolute logic of mathematics always had to get wet Culillas and guess if the roulette ball would fall in red or black after falling 38 times in a row in the red and clear, even calculation you throw in the end life happens and gives you all the hills with the stark reality, which comes to Murphy's Law. And if not, two clear examples.


There was a time when things between my ex and I were, so to speak anything but regular. I did not hear from her as to me it seemed an eternity (in real time: one year. For more information here.) I was wandering like a lost soul and two friends were encouraged to take me home the day of pride. I thought sure my ex would walk by, but with such a crowd were the odds of finding escasísismas. Error. I not only found her, but I found that was accompanied. The corner of the muette beginning to exert its influence and following the presentations we can say that the situation was embarrassing number 1.

Time passed and the Things between my ex and I were relaxed, but obviously never again have the fluidity of before. By then I was already with my Faral , I do not know if you know that blogger likes One meeting a fool rather than a stick. One of those decided to be a blogger Valencia, Almeria and another one in Madrid. It showed that of Valencia and Madrid. The Almeria was missing in combat. No answer came and no call, so we finally decided to move because of Valencia was coming home and the rest had gazuza and we hung out the dinner with breakfast. We went through the corner of La Muette when suddenly we met my ex, his gang and blogger way to Almeria. The bitch found out that my ex had been on the other side Coqui and the unfor and preferred to go with them without the warning details. The embarrassing situation number 2 in this case was for me, because it was time it was accompanied was me.

brings us to the sleepless night the other day. We had to go or yes, if not the following Monday do not have anything to talk about the gigs. So we left with the babysitter and Elena and I are outta Faral in living la vida loca plan the night was young. We saw the Intercol, had dinner, we went to see the Gran Via, we began to overwhelm so people and decided to take a break and have a glass of Chueca. We spent about an hour picking up strength in the Mess and when we went to Cibeles Square dancing had me very cool Faral says:

- want to see your ex? And I also



cool - I would not mind, actually, you know he also walks the night looking at the blank.

(Digression: my ex does not live in Madrid, but in a small provincial capital)

- for nothing, if we want to see the corner of La Muette.

what else I said and off we went in transvestite unconscious plan radical. Was to reach the corner of La Muette and find watching trinkets at a stall all one. This time there was no situation (too much) embarrassment to either. Fortunately we were both accompanied by our girlfriends and we were all close together for a drink out there with the people they left behind.

I have already surrendered. I guess the corner of La Muette is the well of my chances, where the same is 8 to 80 and the end result is invariable: meet my ex. You only need to know who is in Madrid and think I'm going to find and voila! therein. And for the record I have already grown fond of the happy corner, because even under the most rarunas I like to meet her, that is very expensive perri to see.

brings us to the second example is that Faral just find her own well of probabilities in a roadside bar at 150 km from Madrid on the A-3. Because let's see, what are the chances that it happens next?. Returning from a weekend at the beach and stopped for dinner and refueling. We as a gustito and suddenly a female voice at the same cavernous nasal exclaims "quéeeee sorpresaaaaaa!" "Hello beautiful!" and immediately pounces on Elenita was about to fall asleep on his plate of salad. I look at the woman I was slightly familiar, look at Faral that has been white and looked Elenita we look at ourselves and did not know what to do. I finally fall coñoooooo which is the super-ex ruffled!. Yes, the protagonist of the situation in which no-no-no-I could not even wanted to talk. The same woman who has avoided like the plague for 3 years. We thus embarrassing number 3 (to call it that) to hold Faral not a word, I of bystanders and the poor Elenita weathering the storm as he could.

As we left the table began to discuss the play. We could not give credence to the situation and it had just happened was a few seconds. Attempt to calculate the probability of such event and the accounts they gave us a very clear mind "enlaputavida."

you do not know if you shall have your own well of probability, but Faral and I are now elucidate the fattest, if mine at large and repeatability or endorsed by cosmic randomness.