I‘ve attended Nine Blind Dates

What is the point of a blind date?

“You must make time to meet John. He is the most amazing man I’ve ever met. Don’t you let such a good guy pass you by.”

“Mom, I have an exam this week. I don’t have any free time for blind dates.”

“Don’t give me excuses, how much time do you need for dinner? Besides, you have to eat dinner regardless of how busy you are.”

“Mom eating alone only takes 15 minutes. Dining with John will take much longer.”

Mom was crossed. So was I. This was the ninth blind date that Mom had arranged over the past three months. Initially, to keep Mom happy, I complied with her wishes and went on the blind dates. When the first few blind dates led nowhere, Mom became increasingly concerned and aggressive in her efforts to find me a husband, to the point that she arranged a new blind date for me almost every week.

I am not against marriage, but I believe it should occur naturally. Finding a husband through blind dates does not work for me. Furthermore, my career is equally important to me, and marriage is not my only goal in life. One day, I’d meet the right person and marry. But prior to that, rather than chasing men down through blind dates, I want to focus on my career. But mom is of a different mind.

“Mom, this is a very important exam, and I’ve been studying for it all year,” I pleaded.

“I know you’ve worked hard all year for this exam, but Hannah, marriage is every woman’s final destiny. You should make the effort to find a good man while you are young. Once you’ve passed your prime age, you’ll have fewer choices.” Mom persuaded me with the same tale she’d told me before.

“Alright, Mom, I’ll meet John, but I’m really busy right now, I’ll see John right after my exam,” Mom wouldn’t stop until I agreed to the meeting and I couldn’t win her, so I gave in.

Mom was pleased that I agreed to meet John. She assured me that I would like John and cautioned me not to overwork myself before ending the conversation.

I put down the phone, feeling helpless. I was fed up of going on blind dates. I hated talking about myself and discussing marriage with total strangers. John, like the past eight blind dates, wouldn’t be my cup of tea. After my exam, I must have a serious talk with Mom.

It was snowing heavily outside, fully covering the garden and walkway. The vista was beautiful, but I wasn’t in the mood to admire it. I drew the curtains and went to bed with a heavy heart.

Tonight seems to be much colder than usual. I laid in bed, drew the blanket up higher, almost burying my entire head in it, but I was still chilly. The temperature seemed to have fallen even further. Did the heater break down again? Not right now!

My toes were the first to go numb, followed by my feet, fingers, and hands, and finally my limbs. I couldn’t go on like this. I’d die from the cold. I attempted to get up but was surprised to discover that I couldn’t move! What’s going on?

“Master, hang in there. It’ll be over very soon.”

What! Who was the one who spoke?

I looked hard into the darkness but didn’t see anyone. I pricked up my ear to listen, but I didn’t hear anything more. It was really quiet. Perhaps it was simply my wild imagination from battling with the cold.

I was still extremely cold, but the tension seems to have eased the numbness a little. I took a deep breath and mustered all my strength to sit up so I could get out of bed. But I passed out instead.

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