I’ve always thought of myself as a person with “high tolerance” to shock… You can put me in any situation and my reaction will always be cool, calm and collected.Or so I thought.
Last week, I was excited to go on my first ever “blind date.” I say first time, because, even though I’ve dated before… it’s always been with an acquaintance, or at least someone I’ve talked with several times at work or in school. Nonetheless, I’ve always been ”picky” and “careful” when it comes to these things. I usually know within minutes of being with a guy whether there’d be a second date or not.
And so, when a friend of a friend decided to set me up with a 32-year-old ”Chinoy”… I thought, “what the heck? i just might like him!” I wanted to do away with being picky for once and give it a try. After all, my friend and her friend would be there in case anything went wrong… it was the “safest” and most “shock-proof” blind date ever planned, right?
I couldn’t be more wrong. Minutes before the “appointment,” my friend called to say that the guy’s elder sister and business colleague would be coming along… I couldn’t believe my ears. His elder sister? This was a date, not a “pamanhikan” (marriage proposal involving family), right?
There had to be a logical explanation, I thought. Maybe this was how the Chinese do things… And that was good, right? It means the guy is a serious dude looking for a committed partner. And though I can hardly imagine myself thinking about marriage with a guy I haven’t even met yet… I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Again, the “maybe i might like him” thought.
And so my friend and I came to the appointed place, a restaurant serving Japanese food. There they were… the friend, the sister and the colleague.
But there was no sign of a guy anywhere.
I thought, maybe he’s coming later. Had to go to a business meeting or something. That had to be it.
The formalities began. I ordered noodles. Heck, I didn’t want to look like a hungry pig in front of someone who could probably be my future sister-in-law.
And then, the “interview” began. How old are you? What do you do? What school did you graduate from? What is your zodiac sign? Questions that seem straight out from a job interview were asked one by one as if I was applying for some top-notch position.
I smiled, answered politely, played it cool. That guy had better be worth all this “strangeness.”
An hour passed. The tone of conversation was casual, but every now and then I’d get sidetracked by a question. What does your father do? How about your mother? Your younger sister is married? Why haven’t you married?
Honestly, I didn’t mind the questions so much. There was just this nagging feeling that the guy was not going to show up… and I was too shy to ask the “sister” about him. My friend had better explain all of this!
And suddenly, “Do you have a picture with you?” the sister asked.
That was the last straw. I was cool outside, but seething on the inside. How dare they ask me questions and ask for a picture… when I haven’t heard a single information about this guy!
“No, I don’t have a picture. Perhaps I could send you one through the bluetooth on my phone?” I suggested politely, but reluctantly. I did not want to give them my picture!
“That would be okay,” she said.
My heart sank. I glanced at my phone, whose battery blinked out. Lo batt. I was saved!
“Sorry, my phone’s low batt…” I thought quickly. “Perhaps I could just email it?”
“Good idea.” (I wrote down the guy’s email. But I had no intention of sending my picture. No siree!)
After the “show,” I pulled my friend aside and demanded an explanation. However, it appears she was “shocked” as well! She didn’t know that the guy would not be coming, that I was going to be “screened” first before an actual date would happen!
Honestly, I felt shocked and more than a little upset. I had never heard of such a thing… my romantic nature was rocked to the very core. I was treated as if I was a job applicant! Whatever happened to friendly dates? Getting to know one another… actually meeting a real person?
My friend advised me to just look back at it as a “learning experience.” I couldn’t have put it better. For me, it was, indeed… an eye-opener. Such things did exist in other cultures… I respect that. However, the whole thing just doesn’t blend with my “free nature.”
Friendship, and eventually… love are supposed to happen naturally, right? You don’t plan them. They just happen and grow and develop in their own good time.
As shocked as I was, I’m perfectly okay.
My incurably romantic nature is still intact… and I’m positive that my next “date” wouldn’t be so bad!
