I was a student, I met a young man on the Internet, agreed to meet. He turned out to be a beautiful man of thirty, with a blinding smile and a height of under two meters. Walking around the center until the legs drop, we went to the restaurant to eat. The beautician studied the menu, studied my thin body at the time, called the waitress and began to demand half a portion for me, arguing that it no longer enters me, and why pay extra. All this continued for a long time, loudly, under the disapproving gaze of visitors. With every word he said, I became more and more red and cried timidly that I would pay for my dinner myself. The caterpillar was not pleased. He sent the waitress to negotiate with the chef and still achieved his - they brought a lagman to me on the bottom of the plate, sympathetically blinked and left alone with this subject. And he told me that he was not desperate to meet his ideal – she should not be more than 18, she should be smart, beautiful, much to earn, to know how to cook, to be a beautiful mistress. I was 19, and I couldn’t communicate with crazy people at all, so I rushed home even more desperately.

He never understood why I was freezing from him.

By the way, he found me 10 years later on the social network, and never met, apparently, the girl of his dreams.

In any case, I ignored him.