Nine Failed Blind DatesChapter 1 The Ninth Blind Date in Progress
Unable to withstand my mom's relentless pressure, I found myself embarking on my ninth blind date.
The man sitting across from me was wearing a translucent white T-shirt with some suspicious yellow stains on it. The moment I sat down, he started criticizing me.
The man sitting across from me was wearing a translucent white T-shirt with some suspicious yellow stains on it. The moment I sat down, he started criticizing me.
"What are you wearing? This is a mess!"
"Girls look good in pink or white!"
"I heard you work in new media. How much do you make a month?"
"I work for a state-owned enterprise!"
These comments alone weren't enough to break me.
The real kicker was that while he was devouring his meal, he had oil smeared all over his mouth, making smacking noises as he chewed.
I was terrified that the next second, the sauce from the corner of his mouth, mixed with saliva, would land on me.
Ugh!
I took a deep breath.
Who is this person?
Is my mom really that desperate for me to get married?
I looked down at the two glasses of water in front of me.
Lemonade or iced coffee?
Someone else made the decision for me.