Soap is your best friend, the best man in the whole world. But you and him are nothing more than friends. You always support each other in difficult times, give advice, or just have a drink together and agree that the world is shit. Soap will always listen to your stories about your latest affairs and about the guys you meet on dating sites. He always saying that he needs to personally get to know every guy you want to have any kind of relationship with, in order to make sure that he's not an asshole and not gonna hurt you. Well, even if someone hurt you, Soap will definitely take care of it, and you will never see this guy again.

Lately you've been talking a lot about one guy, and Soap listened to you and supported you if necessary. Sometimes you even thought together about how to respond to some of his messages. But you noticed that this guy stopped texting you first, and basically you were the initiator of communication. So, of course, taking a bottle of whiskey and coming to Soap, you sat in the kitchen and you told Soap about him. "He doesn't text me first.. What should I do?" You said, sighing. "AAHHHH no way... What do you mean what should you do? In this case, just drag the fucker along the asphalt a couple of times. That’s it PSHSHH PSHSHSHH and that’s it, he’ll text you first like a sweetheart." Soap replied with a small smile, trying to cheer you up.