I’m 50 years old and still unmarried. Recently, I decided to register on a dating site, hoping to finally meet a worthy woman.
A friend convinced me that this was a great way to find a life partner.
– There are so many attractive women there that you won’t know where to start! They even write first and invite you on dates. Imagine, I got 10 messages in one evening! – he told me enthusiastically.
I got curious and decided to give it a try. I created a profile, described myself, and uploaded a few photos. Soon, a woman named Emily wrote to me. We started chatting, and she seemed interesting—cheerful and sociable. She only had one photo in her profile, but at the time, I didn’t pay much attention to it.
We talked for about a week. Emily told me that she worked as an art teacher and had no children. She even sent pictures of the paintings she had created with her students. Our conversations were easy, and I started feeling that this could turn into something meaningful.
So, I invited her on a date. I chose a nice restaurant with live music in the city center—not the cheapest option, but I wanted to make a good impression. I bought a beautiful bouquet, put on a suit, ironed my shirt, and polished my shoes.
Emily told me she would be a little late, and I started getting nervous, like a schoolboy before his first date.
And then she walked in. But instead of feeling admiration, I was shocked.
In her photo, Emily looked slim and attractive, but in reality, she was completely different—much larger than I had imagined.
– Sorry for being late, the bus was so crowded during rush hour, I could barely squeeze in, – she said, sitting down at the table.
I couldn’t help but think that squeezing in must have been difficult for her too.
Emily started studying the menu:
– I’ll have the pâté, a salad, soup… Oh, shrimp pasta! And for dessert—ice cream. Do you have chocolate cake as well?
I began to worry, quickly calculating in my mind whether I had enough money to cover this feast.
At that moment, I realized I wasn’t ready to continue this date. I told her I needed to take a quick phone call, put on my coat, and left. On the way home, I blocked her number and deleted my profile from the dating site.
A few days later, I deleted my account entirely—I had had more than enough of this kind of adventure.
Some might judge me, but my expectations didn’t match reality. And I want to say to women: please, be honest! Don’t mislead us with outdated or unrealistic photos. We, too, want to see well-groomed and attractive women.
