I often laugh at my sister when she goes on blind dates. I was still in college at that time, and I didn't know what it was like. In a blink of an eye, I have graduated from college this year. Just a few days at home, I heard my sister secretly tell me that you are waiting for a blind date. Yesterday, I heard my aunt tell my mother about the one near her home, and the conditions are excellent. I guess my mother is a little tempted, and maybe she will let you meet at any time. After listening to it, I was a little confused and didn't quite believe it. I've only been back for a few days. Why are you in such a hurry to find me a date? I have always believed that I am still young, not that old. After all, I am always 18. Falling in love now is puppy love. Now I'm suddenly being called blind date, and I don't even want to admit it. I'm old. It's time for a blind date. The situation is reversed. I used to call my sister, but now it's my turn.

Second, it's a little embarrassing.

I've never thought about this question before. Now think about the picture, two strangers sitting face to face, laughing awkwardly, and then say you are XXX. I heard my aunt say who you and I are. Then there was a silence, I didn't know what to say, and I was relatively speechless. Asking about your job. What are you doing now? After asking, I dare not ask more questions. Maybe you casually ask what your parents do, or how much money you earn in January now. You may think you are gossiping, and people think you are checking accounts. Maybe I think I am a material person, of course, a little. Then, I remembered the scene of our embarrassing chat. I feel inexplicably embarrassed and just want to smile and cover it up. Actually, I think I should keep silent and wait for him to find a topic to talk about.

Third, uneasy, sorry.

What can I say? I have thought about the image of my other half before, but the ideal is too full and the reality is too skinny. I only blame myself for thinking too much. It's still a little embarrassing to think about meeting strangers now. I feel uneasy inside, and all kinds of messy thoughts are hovering in my mind, which is so annoying.

Fourth, there is a little resentment and entanglement.

I don't want to admit that I have reached the age when my relatives care about your lifelong events, but the facts remind me that I have to admit it, so I am still very upset. And I am also worried about meeting all kinds of wonderful men and being deeply poisoned by TV dramas.

In short, I have mixed feelings, a little expectation, some anxiety and some rejection. It's complicated, only understandable, but not expressive.