In response to the
To the "weekend commitment" writing initiative.
I am convinced that I was born in a good era (1987), a generation that was instilled with many values and put them into practice.
One of the qualities that was most valued was privacy; something that today's generations little employ. Even many of us have gradually let ourselves be carried away by this fashion of publishing our lives on social networks.
I make reference to this because blind dating will gradually become history but yes, I could not escape this fashion of blind dating.
In my teenage years it was hard to count on cell phones with cameras and really everyone can be good, sweet, kind and even poetic behind a screen and that is what we have such a hard time understanding as teenagers.
There were chat rooms to meet people, create friendships and on several occasions I engaged in conversations with men.
I remember that with one, I had similar tastes and after a long time talking by text and such was his insistence that we planned a meeting to get to know each other personally.
And that's when you know the disappointment. Obviously one said how you were physically; maybe if I tell them that I am brunette, black hair and eyes, medium height, slim (so that he then) you imagine a monument of a woman, it is already your responsibility to create an expectation.
But if I say I'm blonde, tall, full lips I would clearly be lying to you. So that's what happened with this guy; he lied about his looks, so I felt uncomfortable because I was expecting to meet someone nicer or more attractive.
During the meeting I was elusive and cold. I obviously asked him why he had lied about what he looked like physically, to which he replied apologetically: -because I knew that if I told you the truth you wouldn't accept me.
Again, something similar happened to me with another person, only this one failed to mention that he was a few sizes too big.
The dating world is and always will be a box of surprises but what I am sure of is that I would not personally invite a man on a date. I know we are in the 21st century but culturally we have been conditioning ourselves and I particularly believe that manly gallantry is something really attractive and it's up to me whether I accept or not. So men of the hive don't wait for my invitation, if you don't take the first step it just won't happen.
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Translated from Spanish to English by DeppL (free version)