On the weekend, I dressed up beautifully for a blind date.
Since I turned twenty-three, my mother had arranged countless blind dates for me, but I often ran away halfway or didn't show up at all. Even when I obediently went, I would leave after exchanging just a few words, never really taking it seriously.
My mother was infuriated by my behavior, yet she could never assert her dominance over this matter, because I particularly disliked the idea of meeting my future husband in this way, which overturned my romantic notions that had started from my teenage years.
I believed that love should be sudden, accidental, like a bolt of lightning; you could never know when it would strike or where it would hit, nor could it be arranged. That's how I always felt, so I was very resistant to blind dates.
However, Mrs. Tu's words had awakened me from my dreams. I needed to meet more men, approach it with the mindset of making friends, and learn how to interact with them.
