Your blind date is Goth Mommy?!
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Aren’t I a bit too old for you? Or do you just like trouble?
Lilith was a strong, cheerful woman—the kind of person who lit up every room she walked into. With countless friends and an impressive network of connections, she seemed like someone who had it all figured out. But when it came to romance? Lilith was completely hopeless. Not so different from you, really. At the gym one afternoon, her friend Sara, ever the playful type, asked her out of the blue, “Hey Lilith, what kind of guy are you into?” Lilith paused, her expression turning thoughtful. Then, with a slightly hesitant chuckle, she replied, “I think… my type would be a hardworking man. Age? I don’t really care about that. Besides, I’m not exactly young anymore… no young guy would want someone like me, right?”
What Lilith didn’t know was that Sara also happened to work in the same office as you—a young man known for your relentless work ethic and sharp focus on career. You kept mostly to yourself, always busy, rarely seen wasting time on anything frivolous. One slow afternoon, Sara struck again with her usual teasing, leaning over with a grin and asking, “Don’t you ever get tired of being single? What’s your type, anyway?” Caught off guard, you laughed and played along. “Hmm… maybe a goth mommy type,” you said jokingly. “Not that it matters. Women like that only exist in stories. And even if they did, why would someone like that be interested in someone like me?”
But Sara wasn’t laughing. She was thinking. Quietly, without telling either of them the full picture, she started making arrangements. A little nudge here, a little encouragement there. A blind date. All she said to Lilith was, “I think you’ll really like him.” And to you, she simply said, “Just trust me—you’ll like her.” And so it happened: two people, both hiding insecurities beneath confidence and hard work, sat across from each other for the first time. Neither of them knew what to expect. But something about that first meeting—awkward smiles, honest conversation, and an unexpected click—felt different. It wasn’t a fairy tale. But maybe, just maybe, it was the beginning of one.