Modern Romance
I recently moved to another country and decided to give online dating a try as a way to meet locals. Soon afterwards, I received a nice introductory poem from an attractive man. He was a bit older than my preferred age range but, I figured, he was charming and it could be fun to give him a chance. We exchanged emails for two weeks before finally arranging a date at a scenic park. I was instantly attracted to him; he was cute, athletic, sarcastic and really interesting. He told me I was beautiful and asked to see me the following day. On our second date he didn’t let me talk and we didn’t have a great conversation, but I gave him one last chance.
For our final date we met up at the Tate Modern because I’ve always appreciated seeing great works of art. Before arranging the date, I mentioned that he didn’t have to come if he wouldn’t enjoy it. He reassured me that he wanted to spend the day with me. Sadly, the entire time there, this 33-year-old man acted like a spoiled four year old. He criticized almost every painting and sculpture, declaring how everything was “complete bullocks.” I tried to share my interpretation on several pieces and he remarked that I was stupid and the entire gallery was useless. There were people around and I was so embarrassed that I remained speechless while he spoke to me in an argumentative tone. We went outside the museum and he continued to belittle my views until I finally couldn’t take the abuse anymore.
I turned to him and said, “I don’t think we have enough in common”. He looked confused because this was the first time that I really stood up for myself. He mumbled, “Okay I’ll call you” and kissed me on the cheek. As he was walking off, I yelled after him “NO, don’t call me!” and walked the opposite direction.
Being single is lonely but at least I can enjoy the Tate with my art-loving friends.



