One of the most serious plagues that arrive every year in the September-October region are allergies. Itching, tingling and runny nose. I have a mental allergy: I am allergic to family meals. Just hearing the phrase makes me tingle and my spleen sneezes. I was looking for a reason to slip away from one of them. The search for "previous commitment" which, although it appeared late, brought me to the dating site.

While wandering the "new friends avenue on the dating site" I found Ziv (the name is not fake and the details are indeed in the website system). We chatted lightly, arranged for coffee. I found a new prior commitment and in completely not somber grief I canceled my participation in the meal.

The post-date hangover

Before any new acquaintance or date, even more so a blind date, the million dollar question arises, the oldest question in the world of dating - if this is not it, when are we going?

Every time anew, I make simulations and brainwash myself, that if I see the guy and I don't like it - I tell him straight, clear and flat! Every time, I don't have the courage and I find myself drinking coffee, longing for a rescue operation of 669 and cursing vigorously in my heart (it's amazing how my repertoire of curses has grown).

So what is the best method - to run away without being seen? Wait half an hour and order an account? Go to the bathroom and never come back? wait an hour? To wait two hours, because the conversation is pleasant and will not continue? Chain smoke and hope he chokes? Talk about a wedding and a biological clock that "I just changed its battery and right now it really runs like Dursel"? what? God has the solutions.

The date to the basket - and eliminated?

I tried all the ways. On one date I made myself a persuasive act on the verge of being hypnotized. I firmly decided that if it's not, I say directly without delay, throw the date in the basket and eliminate!

As I opened the car door, I realized it was time to act - to say "no thanks" and go He surprised me, as if he read my mind and said: "It suits me to go have a coffee. If it doesn't suit you, say now and nothing happened." Out of shock I also said that I would like a coffee and also closed the door with my hand. It is not clear what is more painful - the joint or a boring conversation lasting two hours plus.

Fifteen minutes and training as a recommendation

A good friend of mine has a modus operandi for planning dates. She sets them as blind as possible: always in the garden next to her house, always only for fifteen minutes and always emphasizes: informal clothing is mandatory, sweatpants as a recommendation. yes yes no no

I have tried. Once such a date turned into a relationship of a few months, another time the informal date in a neutral place drained me of boredom, until I found myself wondering why the hell there is no Brezia in this garden.

"we'll talk" or "no thanks"?

so what are we doing? The phrase "at most a cup of coffee and a short conversation with someone you won't see again" no longer works for me.

When do you book an account and what do you say at the end of a date like this: "we'll talk"? "Don't call me, I'll call you"?, sending a message? Arrow no thanks? Why isn't it over when it's over? Why is the shortest word "no" brings such a long saga?

An hour is an ideal time

I advocate the motto of not doing to others what I would not want them to do to me. Saying no straight up is insulting, fifteen minutes on the bench is equivalent to seven minutes in heaven with the weirdo of the class. Conclusion - a cup of coffee and a short conversation. And not "Hi" and "bye" does not count. I came to the conclusion that an hour is an ideal time - not short and insulting and not long and arousing expectations. An hour of conversation, curses in my heart and I am also free from the pangs of conscience.

My friend stayed and got married

And as for my girlfriend - don't look for her in the public garden. In her last wandering in the depths of the ether, she met two ravines. She was convinced that she had agreed with the first, but in fact the second arrived. The first time she went out and not to kindergarten, she decided to stay until the end for better or for worse, until death do them part. Today, because she ordered a bill after half an hour, they are married and she is pregnant.