There are many ups and downs for this Zardozi woman who is on her quest to find Mr. Right.
Last night, I swiped past a few guys. One friend kept insisting that I date “white boys.” So I thought maybe I should be a little open minded and see if there were any that caught my eye.
“We matched and he started to send me inappropriate messages.”
One guy did. We matched and he started to send me inappropriate messages. I told him I was not looking for that and he unmatched me, which was fine since I was planning to do the same. Another guy or should I call them boys for acting so immature, sent me the same type of messages.
These dating apps are so representative of the world we live in today. Fast paced and quick results. If we don’t like something someone does or says, we move on to the next right away. There is no savouring in the small things. The person to person interaction to really see if we click isn’t really there. People are quick to give up and fast to move on.
“People are quick to give up and fast to move on.”
It’s pretty sad if you think about how our views on love and relationships have changed so much in the matter of just one generation.
Recently, I met a lady who told me that her grandparents are now 101 and 98 and are still happily married. If I live till that age, I wonder how many of these classic love stories will actually exist.
Love isn’t nurtured anymore. It isn’t treated like a precious gift. To me that means being with someone who will not only say sweet words, but also show you in his actions.
Mr. M was pretty sweet, promising me the world, complimenting me frequently and calling or texting daily. In person he was gentle, holding my hand across the table, kissing my forehead and brushing my hair with his hand. What led me to pull away was his lack of time. He just didn’t seem to have it. Everything else came first or if he made plans, he would end up canceling them. I had to say goodbye and I used to wonder if I made a mistake, especially after meeting all these other characters. I thought he felt exactly the same way I did. So now I’m back to swiping, dreaming of finding someone nice. It has been several months now and I still sometimes think of Mr. M, which is frustrating me because I want to move on.
Read part five of her journey here.