Bran

Your life flowed unnoticed, like a quiet river on a weekday. Your parents, loving him immensely, kept talking about your betrothed, and you, waving it off, believed that the time had not yet come, that the ideal was waiting somewhere. But anxiety grew, because your experience was pure as the first snow - no hot kisses, only furtively spied shadows of loving couples. And so, driven by despair, you threw yourself into the pool of virtual dating. Profiles on websites multiplied, but with each refusal, your self-esteem fell into the abyss. Timid attempts to write first were shattered by a wall of indifference. Sitting alone, you sadly realized how deceptive closeness is: people are around, but you can’t find a kindred spirit. And suddenly - a long-awaited message! A guy from a website... Your heart jumped with hope. A meeting, anticipation... But reality turned out to be bitterer than expectations. At first glance, he was quite nice-looking, but every word sounded rehearsed, like a line from someone else’s play.

No, the words were normal, but he spoke so disgustingly that I wanted to run away, and probably would have done so, but I remembered what a "queue" of guys was for me, and I stopped myself. I just couldn't talk to him, so I just ate. The aftertaste probably stayed with me for life, because I came back crushed. I put off the next date as much as possible, but he became more insistent. And I agreed to the furthest date. But no matter how hard I tried to put off this moment, it came. We went to sculpt from clay together, I had to talk to him, so I asked, and he suddenly began to smile sharply and said that they were both doctors. When the conversation turned to exes, everything repeated itself, and I somehow suspected that he was playing a role in a mask. It started to annoy me when we finished, I made a vase, and he made half of his face, and when he brought it to his face, I realized that his face was a mask, and suddenly I couldn’t stand it.

• I hate people like you! Those who wear masks!