It was already six in the evening on Friday, February 14th. I had agreed to meet Monica at the trendy restaurant, our first time, after chatting for three weeks on the dating app on my phone. Her profile photo revealed a young ebony beauty with curly hair. My avatar, on the other hand, was not so pretty. I had deliberately designed it somewhat distorted to filter out my real appearance.
In the traffic jam on the highway, I discovered that I had forgotten my cell phone. I was late and had no way of telling Monica. The bouquet of red roses and the box of chocolates were in the back seat. I had planned it well. After dinner I would invite her to the movies, but not before surprising her with my gifts. But… this damn traffic jam, I was not expecting it. What a bad way to start a relationship!
At six fifteen. I finally got over the little crash. I will speed up, hopefully in ten minutes I will be at the restaurant. I just hope Monica is still waiting for me, something tells me she'll be angry. I'll beg her forgiveness. What a way to impress her!
This is the last straw! There's no parking space. It's full. Well, I'll go to the VIP service, even if it costs me an arm and a leg!
Damn! In all the centerpieces there are vases with beautiful red roses, and at the bottom, baskets full of heart-shaped chocolates. Oops! I won't be able to impress Monica! Wait a minute... that man bears an impressive resemblance to my avatar! The woman accompanying her is wearing a tight red dress that stands out against her tanned complexion and curly hair. Could it be Monica? Although she's not as young as her profile on the app shows.
I'll walk past the table. They're holding hands and looking hilarious! I can't stand it, I'm leaving! What will I do with the chocolates and flowers? I know, I'll give them to my mother and we'll eat the chocolates together. As for Monica, I hope she's found her soulmate, and I'll wait for Cupid next year.
The end
An original short story by @janaveda in Spanish and translated to English with https:/translate/translate.google.com
The thumbnail was generated with Microsoft's Copilot AI with the following prompt: a table with a bouquet of roses and a couple sitting chatting - a black girl in a red dress and a blond boy
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You left without knowing Monica's true appearance. Perhaps she didn't have the slightest resemblance to her avatar, which was only a reflection of her desire to look like someone else, and in reality she was the pale blonde from the corner who hid her face under her straight hair
Ha, ha, ha! That's right, my friend. Yes, maybe Monica was the lively blonde sitting in the corner. Well, our protagonist either missed the opportunity or was saved. Who knows?
Thank you so much.
Sometimes things do not go our way and there is nothing we can do about it. In this case - nothing was working in your favour starting with the left telephone, traffic jam etc. It must have been a shock to see Monica with your avatar look alike. Indeed Cupid might be on your side next year if you present your "true self."
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I totally agree with you. We'll see what happens in the future. Yes, being authentic and transparent could be the best strategy.
Greetings.