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Inspired by the ruin date and ideal date threads combined with why are you single anyway, I want to see if this thread can give light to just why we are such a sad bunch of singles, or rather a merry group of individuals.
I start off with this story about a man I met online on a Christian dating site almost three years ago.
He met me at the railwaystation in his hometown in Sweden. I had booked a room at a hotel, and I was going to stay there from Thursday to Sunday. When I saw him at the plattform, I thought: "What was I thinking!" No flowers or chocolate. Just a sad man with his hands in his pockets. We went to eat in a food hall that was already closed, but this cafe was atleast open for business. He ate boring Swedish meatballs and talked about his intestines. All I heard and saw was this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sY_Yf4zz-yo
Next day we met a bit later in the day. We walked through the town to see the church he went to, and that he was sure I would love. It was rainy and cold. And after walking 30 minutes we came there, and the church was closed. Walking back I bought him lunch. In the evening, I had brought some rakfisk and lefse (rotten trout and potato-tortilla) and my own made local delicious buns.
(they are actually my buns) He didn't even want to taste the latter (perhaps due to intestines?) but said the rakfisk tasted like lax!!!!! (What an insult!)
Saturday was going to be the grand day. We went to the amusement park's Christmas market. He played on the wheel of fortune, and won! And put the prize in his pocket. I didn't even get to taste. He chipped in on a three for two deal with cheeses, and then I went back to the hotel. In the evening we were going to have a nice dinner and go the opera. How romantic is that? Well. Saturday evening in downtown during December, and he had not booked a table. He hadn't either checked if it was wheelchair accessible. Surely, we didn't find anywhere to eat, so I suggested we should go to the Opera house and try to get a table there. And who did we meet at the Opera? His brother and his wife. By chance? We were introduced, and then went to the restaurant to find something to eat. The restaurant was closed. It was just ten minutes left to the performance. The poor guy hadn't checked his tickets, but had assumed the opera was starting an hour later than it actually did.
Hungry, and with low bloodsugar, we sat for two hours watching the tragic story of a Swedish immigrant waiting for the break. In the break, he said he should go and pick up some food to us. And so he did. A cookie and a chocolate. He kept the chocolate for himself. The cookie we had to share. After the performance I was still starving, so he took me to McDonalds and treated me with a meal.
We didn't meet on Sunday. And we never met again.
I start off with this story about a man I met online on a Christian dating site almost three years ago.
He met me at the railwaystation in his hometown in Sweden. I had booked a room at a hotel, and I was going to stay there from Thursday to Sunday. When I saw him at the plattform, I thought: "What was I thinking!" No flowers or chocolate. Just a sad man with his hands in his pockets. We went to eat in a food hall that was already closed, but this cafe was atleast open for business. He ate boring Swedish meatballs and talked about his intestines. All I heard and saw was this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sY_Yf4zz-yo
Next day we met a bit later in the day. We walked through the town to see the church he went to, and that he was sure I would love. It was rainy and cold. And after walking 30 minutes we came there, and the church was closed. Walking back I bought him lunch. In the evening, I had brought some rakfisk and lefse (rotten trout and potato-tortilla) and my own made local delicious buns.
(they are actually my buns) He didn't even want to taste the latter (perhaps due to intestines?) but said the rakfisk tasted like lax!!!!! (What an insult!)Saturday was going to be the grand day. We went to the amusement park's Christmas market. He played on the wheel of fortune, and won! And put the prize in his pocket. I didn't even get to taste. He chipped in on a three for two deal with cheeses, and then I went back to the hotel. In the evening we were going to have a nice dinner and go the opera. How romantic is that? Well. Saturday evening in downtown during December, and he had not booked a table. He hadn't either checked if it was wheelchair accessible. Surely, we didn't find anywhere to eat, so I suggested we should go to the Opera house and try to get a table there. And who did we meet at the Opera? His brother and his wife. By chance? We were introduced, and then went to the restaurant to find something to eat. The restaurant was closed. It was just ten minutes left to the performance. The poor guy hadn't checked his tickets, but had assumed the opera was starting an hour later than it actually did.
Hungry, and with low bloodsugar, we sat for two hours watching the tragic story of a Swedish immigrant waiting for the break. In the break, he said he should go and pick up some food to us. And so he did. A cookie and a chocolate. He kept the chocolate for himself. The cookie we had to share. After the performance I was still starving, so he took me to McDonalds and treated me with a meal.
We didn't meet on Sunday. And we never met again.
