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Blame me. Tell me.

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I went on a blind date yesterday and met in a hurry. The introducer asked me, "What happened? Did you see it? "

To tell the truth, this question is one of the most difficult questions for me to answer. The difficulty is similar to who you save first when your mother and I fall into the water. My mind lingered for a while, trying to maintain an objective evaluation attitude and slowly saying, "Nothing, people are fine."

The introducer quickly asked, "Are you satisfied? Can you decide to have a good relationship? "

My heart thumped. This is not shopping on the street. How can you jump to conclusions so quickly? But it's not easy to offend her. I can only say, "It's urgent. I can only have a general understanding of his appearance when I see him. I don't know other personalities, personalities and hobbies. "

The introducer suddenly messed up his hair, just like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and said anxiously, "I said, girl, you are 29, and you will be 30 soon." You are still very picky. Find someone similar and settle down quickly. Rhapsody in July has a flower, and the woman is 40 tofu dregs. You must take good care of it. The older a man is, the more popular he is, and the more valuable a woman is. " Say that finish, mercilessly turned around and gave me a very iron eyes.

I'll go. This is my fault. How to evaluate a person who has only met once? I wanted to, but I didn't. After all, that kind of small probability event is hard to meet. I only know the superficial things about his height and appearance, and I don't know the rest. I have neither affection nor dislike for him. I really don't know how to answer you to satisfy your old man.

I don't recommend this coldness. After all, people are mine. Hello, although it may only be nominal. But I am very concerned about the sentence "Rhapsody in July is a flower", which is hard to let go.

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Rhapsody in July, a flower, is actually praising a 40-year-old man for his maturity and charm. However, the man described by this word has preconditions, not a general reference. A man who can be called a flower must first have an economic foundation, a stable income and small achievements in his career. Having a house and a car base is standard. A boy in his twenties can be forgiven for having no house or car, but it is really unreasonable for a man in his forties to have no house or car. Secondly, maintain a good personal image, pay attention to personal cultivation, and wear appropriate clothes in different occasions and seasons instead of wearing a pair of jeans for all seasons. This is very important. Value of the image as a whole can sometimes decide whether you are a mature and attractive uncle or a wretched old man. After all, the value after the age of 30 is your own responsibility and you can't blame your parents. Finally, I still have a wide range of interests. You must be good at one or two things, such as fitness, travel, tea ceremony, floral art and so on. Otherwise, there is no sound for a hobby, and there is no * * * in language.

According to the above standards, it is estimated that there are only a few men who can really be called a flower, and only these few people are the hot potato in the marriage and love market and the goal pursued by thousands of people. The rest of the men can only say that they are in bud, but they don't know how much flowering time there is.

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Let's talk about women's forty tofu dregs first. What do you have in love rat? It's those women who plunged into the kitchen after their thirties, and turned around all day, giving up on themselves prematurely. They take off their high heels, give up lipstick, perfume and mascara, give up their careers, give up their independent personalities and become vassals of their families. The living has been boiled into a yellow-faced woman by time, and turned into a pair of annoying slag under the catalysis of oil smoke.

Sadly, it is usually these women who boil themselves into slag to make fertilizer for the budding men, sacrifice themselves, bloom others and finally bury themselves. Those blooming flowers attract fresh tofu.

Of course, there will always be some women who, under the baptism of years, never give up on themselves and turn into delicious fermented bean curd with endless aftertaste.