Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
I never would have thought that people would drive the conversation toward talking about men in such a post.
Quite a few people commented, “The back of that police officer in the background of that photo is so attractive…”
“That is so true. His legs are long, and his waist is slim. Even the back of his head is attractive.”
I looked at the straightened back of the police officer in the blurry photo and thought to myself, He’s not even attractive. I almost got together with a more handsome one, and the only reason I didn’t was that I didn’t want to accept him.
It was a long story. The only time I went on a blind date was with a guy that worked as a police officer.
This happened the month before the last, before the trip. My classmate’s mother introduced that guy to me. He was handsome, and he even had a dimple when he smiled. But after meeting him a few times, I realized there was a difference between reality and ideals.
This cop was unsophisticated and brutally honest. The things he talked about were dull and bland, and he knew absolutely nothing about literature, writings, traveling, or the internet. Most of the time, we sat in silence. I felt extremely awkward, yet he was able to smile bashfully, thinking he did well. Where was his dominance? Confidence? Licentious behavior? The cigarette held between those rough fingers? Absolutely nowhere to be found. He told me that he did not smoke because it was bad for his health.
The straw that broke the camel's back was an SMS he later sent me. He probably did it to get close to me. It was a joke he found online; he even added, “Miss Tan, I saw this joke in the morning. It’s pretty funny; all my colleagues laughed their heads off. I’m sharing it with you.”
When I looked at the unbearably lousy joke with absolutely no punch line, which I had seen three years ago, I felt pushed to the end of my patience. There was no way we could stay together happily if our sense of humor was so drastically different. As such, I immediately called the matchmaker and tactfully told her that
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