So I started browsing aimlessly on this website. That's how A appeared. His self-introduction is as many as 100 words. Although it didn't particularly move me, it made me feel that he was sincere about love, and I was eager for love. I thought it might be destiny takes a hand, so I sent him a letter-since then, my online love has embarked on a road of no return.
A wrote back to me the next day, saying that she was very happy and attached scanning attachments of various certificates. After all, the online world is a virtual world, and everyone just carries an ID or a number. These valid certificates of A really enhanced my confidence in him. I often surf the internet, and letters come and go frequently. Sometimes I meet them. Just use IOCQ to chat, sometimes in the chat room, I really feel that I have feelings after a while, and even miss each other unconsciously. Maybe happiness has really come? I think.
Until finally one day, I gave him my phone number in the letter, hoping that he would call me. The first time I heard A's voice, I felt that his voice was rich and confident, and I couldn't help but be elated. I forget who proposed meeting first. Maybe it's me.
The afternoon before the date, I was very excited and nervous; I can't do anything, but sketch the appearance of A in my mind, wondering if he will have the melancholy temperament described by rascal Cai, silently pondering some words, and can't help but bow my head and smile.
Sometimes love, like mathematics, must follow a formula. This unconventional way of meeting may herald the ultimate failure. The day we met happened to be Christmas Eve: the city was full of people, and the restaurant was full just after dinner. The scene of the meeting was far less wonderful than my fiction, because everyone was so busy looking for seats that they even forgot to wink at each other and missed the chance to "call the station".
Anyway, I was choked by this noisy environment at that time, and I completely forgot what he was wearing and even what he looked like. I finally found a seat. As soon as I had a chance to look at each other, the young lady handed me the recipe. A seems to be a very gentleman. He opened the door for me from the door, found me a seat and motioned for the lady to sit down. I had to stand up straight, put my knees together, rummaging through my mind for a reserved and noble face to put on, a smile that is rarely used at ordinary times, and it is still a little rough to grasp. ...
Damn, online chatting can be particularly presumptuous and reckless, but there is really a chance to communicate face to face, not ID-ID, but the two of us are frozen, and A and I have nothing to talk about except looking at each other vaguely. A is shorter than I expected and a little fatter. His speech is not as good as the words in the email. There are not many topics, and he is always limited to asking questions such as how many people are there in his family, how is his work, and where he lives. ...
A See, I seldom talk, so I have to keep talking about myself and my family background is good ... In fact, I don't like boys who show off a little. I almost finished the saline colon by myself. Suddenly feel a little bored, ask A for advice, and then ask the lady to settle the bill. Although I'm a little feminist, I can't bear to pay the bills, but because I didn't design the action of paying the money, I really paid the money quickly and accurately, and I didn't even have to bother the young lady with the change. When A across the street took out a wallet the size of an oil dictionary, the young lady had already left. Although A asked to give me the money, I also regretted that I was too neat, but only a few tens of dollars for meals made me embarrassed to accept A's hundred-dollar bills, so I had to bite my teeth and say that it was my treat. A seemed to be in awe of my feminist spirit and stopped arguing.
Walking out of the restaurant, it looks very late. Although I have long been used to walking alone at night, A insisted on taking me to the station. I suddenly had a strange feeling in my heart, only to find myself alone for so long. Should I give others a chance?
A and I began to continue our relationship without knowing it. The communication during this period was limited to emails and telephone calls, and lasted only two weeks after the meeting. I never saw a again. A's tone on the phone is still very attentive, but his attitude is very ambiguous. In fact, I didn't dare to have any confidence in this online love, and I was confused and tired of this half-hearted attitude towards people. So I was a little depressed and wrote an email asking him if he should have a clear attitude towards this relationship, but A seemed quite familiar with guerrilla warfare, but when he replied, he was calm and said that he was really busy at this time, and his tone was even more earnest.
After reading such a harmless reply, I feel numb and don't know what I am pursuing. I didn't log off the line immediately, and continued to wander around the internet bored. I visited the dating site and found that A's homepage was still on it. Suddenly, I played a prank, registered an email address in another place, and sent a test letter to A with this ID, asking him if he had found the right person. Maybe I have no confidence in him, or maybe I overestimate myself. I don't want A to write back the next day and say: This letter is the best gift he received in the New Year ... In addition to all kinds of photocopies of certificates with anti-counterfeiting marks, there are words similar to those in Chinese and English ... Someone actually lied to me, which made me pale, but I still couldn't help laughing. I don't know if I'm proud of my clever prank.