Chapter 77
I was extremely excited to share the good news with my sister.
I couldn't lose weight before, and now I can't lose weight. As a result, it suddenly dropped this month.
Who understands this kind of happiness?
The young lady has been losing weight recently. She is now 104 cm tall and her goal is 90 cm tall.
Yes, but I feel that 90 is too thin and a bit unhealthy. In fact, the young lady’s current weight is just right.
The young lady asked me if I had replied to the message I sent him yesterday. I took a look and there was still no reply.
"He suddenly sent me a message today: It's very cold today, wear something warmer. I see you usually wear very little."
"Then?"
"I didn't reply. I deleted his WeChat again. He doesn't like me and doesn't want to be my boyfriend, so why does he still care about me? Is he sick? Can't he just lie down and do nothing?"
The young lady was extremely angry.
Honestly, I don't quite understand that guy. He'd rejected her, and there was no chance of further development, so why did he add her back? Could it be that after she left, he realized he had fallen for her?
"Impossible." The young lady flatly denied my guess. "My friend, the Aquaman, said he was just like this because he felt he hadn't found anyone he liked. My conditions happened to be acceptable, but he didn't want to accept me, so he wanted to keep me. But he didn't expect me to run away, so he couldn't give up and wanted to catch me back."
It’s... difficult to comment.
"I just want to find the next boy quickly and ask him to dance that dance for me. Then maybe I will fall in love with the new boy and forget about him." said the young lady.
I sighed, "I find it difficult. The more you try to do something like this, the harder it is to accomplish. It's better to let nature take its course, allow yourself to be sad, and let go of your sadness. Don't suppress it. The more you suppress it, the stronger the rebound will be."
The young lady sighed: "Maybe a little, but I still want to try, maybe it will work. My current state is completely focused on finding a partner, so it is infinitely magnified. I just hope to find a new love, not to relieve the pain, but to really meet someone, a new love who makes my heart move so that I can look at him again without distraction."
"Write a diary. The process of writing is the process of sorting out your feelings. Maybe when you finish writing, you will feel that this love will become 'ah, it's just that'. What seemed like a big deal at the beginning will become a trivial matter." I thought of an idea and said.
The young lady shook her head, "No, I can't. I'm actually afraid to face my own feelings. I'm not as brave as you."
Perhaps to divert attention, the young lady suddenly said, "By the way, did I tell you that I went on a blind date on Saturday? The guy listed his height as 178cm, and I was wearing low heels, but he wasn't even as tall as me. He kept asking me what was wrong with me, and I told him I might like someone taller. He still had the nerve to say that being ten centimeters taller than me wasn't enough? Does he have to be over 180cm tall?"
I was speechless and a thought flashed through my mind.
Sure enough, I heard the young lady say, "He wouldn't think that the amount he writes will be counted as it is."
really.
It's so funny. It reminds me of a boy I went on a blind date with in January 2023. Before the date, he said he was 173cm tall. But after the date, I was 162cm tall and wore 3cm low heels, but I still looked down.
The height is somewhat fake.
"I already assumed those who are 172cm or below might not be as tall as me, but those who are 178cm are just shameless."
It’s really hard to disagree with what the young lady said.
A boy's height is to a girl what a girl's appearance is to a boy.
"I can't even imagine those who write 165." The young lady sighed.
"Actually, height is not a big deal. After all, everyone has their own preferences. Some people like tall people, while others prefer short people. Actually, if you're good-looking, being short doesn't matter."
Haha, I'm a bit superficial.
"I'm worried about fake heights and fake photos," the young lady said sarcastically. "Some people's photos may be of themselves, but they were taken five or six years ago. When you see them in person, they don't look like the same person at all."
When I heard the young lady say this, I couldn't help but think of a certain guy, and wanted to defend him: "Although he may not look like him, he may be very handsome."
"That's a small probability." The young lady said helplessly.
"It seems that the beauty is also very beautiful in real life." said the young lady.
I recalled and I seemed to have forgotten what he looked like. I only remembered the feeling at that time, and I was really moved.
To paraphrase a line I saw in a video: "The moment I fell in love with you, I didn't even see your face clearly. Feelings come first."
I sighed, thinking back to the day we met, and suddenly I remembered a point that I had overlooked before.
"Honestly accept that he doesn't like you. Maybe he is also pursuing another girl, but that girl has never responded to him, so he has been single."
The young lady was surprised why I came to such a conclusion.
I told her, "Because on the day we met, he asked me what gifts would be good for boys to give to girls."
The young lady was shocked. "No, he's meeting you. Isn't it rude to ask you this question? Asking a girl in front of her what gift would be best for another girl?"
"Not really. It was mainly because I really liked him at the time, so I specially prepared a gift, but he came empty-handed. So to avoid putting pressure on him, I told him that I always prepare gifts for boys on blind dates, and he was no exception. My original intention was not to put any psychological pressure on him, but when we talked about giving gifts, he casually asked me what kind of gifts would be good for boys to give girls."
Now I think I was so stupid. I always couldn’t understand the hidden meaning of other people’s words.
The rejection is so obvious.
"If I were you, I would have turned around and left," the young lady said. "Did you tell him?"
"I just told him that if he didn't know what to get her, just give her lipstick. If you know what skincare products she uses, you can give her the same ones she uses. But don't buy a brand you picked yourself, because you don't know if it's suitable for her skin type. As for the rest, I don't know. After all, I feel that my preferences are different from others."
These words were so sad that the little sister almost cried, "Sister, please find someone else you like, he is not worth it."
"I'm trying hard." I typed slowly.
As a young Sagittarius, I think some of the characteristics of Sagittarius summarized on the Internet are quite accurate.
If he contacts Sagittarius, Sagittarius will talk to him, and if he doesn't contact Sagittarius, little Sagittarius can just let it go. In fact, most of the time, little Sagittarius also misses him, but can control himself.
Sagittarius's possessiveness is never about fighting for something, but about giving it up. So after seeing that he doesn't like it, you can laugh and joke with him, but you won't ask him, "Is there any possibility for us to develop further?"
If someone touches something that a little Sagittarius cares about, they will feel like they are stealing it. If someone talks about something, they will worry about losing it. This is how a little Sagittarius likes it.
Sagittarius likes people who wear clean clothes, look cool and handsome, don't smoke or drink, are greedy for money in a reasonable way, are lustful but have good taste, are not chauvinistic, and have a sense of stability.
Little Sagittarius always looks at the face first, and then gets along with others based on their feelings. If the feeling is right, the face is not important.
Thinking of this, I felt like I seemed to have figured something out, but it also felt a little hazy, as if there was a thin layer of mist in front of my eyes. I was almost there, just almost able to grasp it.
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