All men are the same? (Connections)

This is a story about two chatterboxes who are always discussing their boyfriends, complaining about broken nails or telling stories how somebody fell madly in love with regular “hopeless” partner. I would not write about this, but it happens every Friday in our local restaurant where I try to unwind after a busy week. Those girls, if I`m not mistaken, Alice and Kate, looked pretty nice. Alice was an elegant woman with dark hair, pointed chin, a beautiful slim figure and small attractive freckles. Kate had the same striking appearance and (as it seemed to me) optimistic character traits. She was well-dressed girl, relaxed but so quarrelsome:

Girls had lasting friendship and couldn`t leave each other in the lurch. Kate noticed a young portly gentleman at the next table. He stared them in their eyes, trying to catch every detail from their dialogue. This round-faced man had a crew-cut, was immaculately groomed and at the first glance seemed to be trustworthy.

 Kate thought that it was love at first sight. Her head was in the clouds and a few minutes later she couldn`t turn his offer down leaving Alice alone. I was sitting near the window, trying to relax and forget about the people around me. An hour later, Kate came, sat down and burst into tears.

   In the front of their table Kate saw … Peter!

Peter came with a great bunch of flowers, apologies and explanations about being on a business trip. Kate`s heart was melting. She wiped away tears from her face and thought: “All men are the same?”