I also wanted to prove if this was the reason, and I agreed to my mother's request to let me go on a blind date. In fact, since I was twenty-six years old, she put my marriage on the agenda, and she has never stopped the trustee to introduce me to someone, and I remember that she asked me to take the initiative to contact someone who introduced me at least 21 times, but I didn't agree. Eventually, less and less, until no one was introduced, my indifference chilled all the elders who introduced me to them, even though I was only proceeding from my own values and never intended to hurt anyone, but in their opinion, the indifference to the person they introduced hurt their self-esteem.

"For your marriage. The mother said, "I don't know how many people I have offended, and I can't even hold my head up in front of them." ”

For the first time, I agreed to meet a blind date, he was introduced by my mother's classmates, and my mother pleaded on the phone to make me understand something, because because of my marriage, she only has one friend left. Instead of asking her out for dinner, I set the meeting place in the park next to the river that runs through the city, where a spinning top competition was taking place, and the players crackled their whip wheels, and we had to climb a small dirt hill to the south and watch a group of children play a live war game. At first glance, I didn't have a good feeling for her, she was too ordinary, and there was nothing impressive about her body. I think that perhaps apart from her parents, no one in the world will remember her after the first sight of her. Before that, although I never thought about what kind of partner I should find, I didn't know what kind of partner would be suitable for me, among the women I experienced, I never thought about it, who I felt better with, I always felt that it was the same feeling with any of them, and only when the thing passed, in the aftertaste of the past, would I taste the difference of their own unique skills. But despite this, I can confirm that she definitely does not meet the requirements of my heart for my partner, and I just regarded this blind date as a task, and I continued to maintain my usual friendly attitude, being polite to her and showing that I care about her. I didn't do this in the hope of making a good impression on her, but I didn't want her to feel unhappy because of this blind date.

She said that she had heard from the introducer about my experience, and she felt that I was very legendary, and that she agreed to meet out of politeness on the one hand, and more importantly out of curiosity and admiration. She is like a child who has just learned about the world, and she has endless questions. But the question is hardly about privacy, it's more about how I feel as a person who used to make a living by painting, and where is the fun of soaking in the sea of books when I have nothing to do. Not surprisingly, she said the phrase "Draw me a portrait", and I replied to her in the standard format: "I'll draw it for you when I have time." "After more than 30 years of life and dealing with all kinds of people of the opposite sex, I can't remember her at all. I forgot what she looked like the next day, which was completely different from my usual ability to remember portraits, and until she reached out to me for the second time, my impression of her was only that I had a blind date with a girl.

But she didn't know whether it was out of temporary curiosity about me or a permanent liking for me, and a month later she wrote me a letter of more than 15,000 words, written on a document and sent to me by email, and a text message telling me to show me the letter she had written for me. And I forgot the letter as if I had forgotten her, and it wasn't until half a month later when she texted me to ask me about the situation that I remembered that I hadn't read her letter. Out of respect for her, I also took the time to read the letter word for word. To my surprise, I didn't find a single typo in such a long letter, and even the punctuation was very standardized. And the content is boring, all about what she did after that meeting. She learned how to make sauerkraut fish from her mother, and even spent a lot of time writing about it, like the contents of the best-selling home cooking textbooks on the market; when she went to play at a classmate's house, she found that her classmate and I were from the same village, and her classmate also knew me, she passed by the door of my house and saw my mother in the yard collecting the soles, she said that she could feel that it was giving me the soles, and she wanted to go in to say hello, but because of the blind date between me and her, she didn't think it was appropriate to go in; she bought a floral dress, but it didn't fit, and went to the town to change it; her cousin got married, their company held a mid-year party, and she had dinner with her friends...... Anyway, I was confused and didn't know what she was going to say. She ends with the following sentence: "That's probably what happened, and I'll tell you about other things that make sense later." I hope you can also tell me about the things around you. ”

I just replied a few words out of politeness: "It's business as usual, nothing worth talking about." "Half a month after my reply, she sent me another email, the content is no different from the last time, it is all trivial matters that happened around her, except for herself and the parties involved in the matter, no one will pay attention to it at all. And I still replied to her simply, my life is as plain as water as usual, and there is nothing worth talking about at all. She was so enthusiastic that she sent me a long e-mail every ten or twenty days, and I was convinced that the only thing she did after work every day was to write a high-word e-mail to be sent to me. In the third email, she finally mentioned me and the issues related to me. She said in the email that I was deeply impressed by that meeting, and that my humble gentleman and delicate mind made her feel like a spring breeze and have an endless aftertaste. Then she talked at length about her feelings about me, saying that I was full of scholarly atmosphere, she admired literate people since she was a child, but unfortunately she didn't go to college for various reasons, and she went out to work after graduating from high school, she felt honored to know me, and hoped that I could continue to work hard, and she believed that I would definitely do something. There were a lot of compliments in the email, and although I had experienced a lot of people of the opposite sex, it was the first time that someone of the opposite sex had complimented me like this. If I were still at an age when I was ignorant of life, this kind of praise would make me happy, but when I was old, the joy that this kind of praise brought me disappeared without a trace after only a short stay in my heart. I replied to her in a very polite and polite tone, thanking her for her affirmation of me and complimenting her politely. In order not to make her think that I was only polite and had to reply and compliment her, I tried to mention some of her real qualities, such as being empathetic, polite, sincere, and willing to learn. I know that a woman always likes to hear the opposite sex compliment her on her appearance or figure, just as a scholar always likes others to praise her for her full wealth, and parents always like others to praise her children for being beautiful and smart, but I don't say a word about her appearance and figure, only praise her in terms of personality and life. I unknowingly wrote more than 3,000 words on that email, and I was surprised that it was so long to reply just out of politeness.

In the fourth email, she accompanied a lot of pictures, all of which were life-related photos taken by herself, including several of which were dishes she cooked by herself, and said that she had learned a few more dishes. Over the course of the next six months, she wrote me eleven emails, each very long. I started to get bored, and I read each letter hastily, or didn't read it, and didn't reply. One day I realized that all the emails she wrote to me never said anything bad, but all the good things that happened around her. What's more, she never mentioned our blind date in the email, and she seemed to forget that we met on a blind date, and the purpose of acquaintance was to become a couple or a couple.