<Welcome to the Marriage Information Company> Is Real Marriage Possible? [21]

Monday evening 7:00 PM

The matching team leader, who seemed determined to marry me off, contacted me regularly, though not frequently.

I suspected it wasn't just for incentives, but rather a genuine, almost obsessive, desire.

I was waiting for the right moment to tell her that she should give up on that ambition.

But then, after a long time, she sent me a profile, saying she had a good person to introduce me to.

He didn't live far away, was taller than me, and there was only a 2-year age difference.

Since I had been rejected many times by men who were not much older than me,

I answered without much expectation, saying, “I'll meet him if he accepts.”

She said he accepted and asked when I was available. Unexpected!

“Please let me know if you are available on Monday evening.”

I didn't want to wait until the weekend, and I just thought I should meet him early in the week and wrap it up.

So, Monday evening, 7:00 PM. We made a date at a cafe near Hongdae.

As summer approached, the early heat continued, and then it rained, making the air feel cool.

I carefully applied my makeup and, as soon as I got off work, took the subway to the meeting place.

I arrived 15 minutes early, opened the cafe door, and was surprised to find only one other customer.

With this level of quiet, I felt self-conscious, thinking that the cafe staff could hear our conversation.

I looked around the interior to see where I should sit and finally settled on a table in the corner.

And almost immediately, my phone buzzed with a text message.

“Hello~! This is OOO, the person you're supposed to meet soon. The cafe is incredibly quiet.

When you arrive, I'll be the only one there, so it'll be easy to find me. Take your time!”

Huh, he's already arrived? If that's the case...

“Oh, I just came in too, and I think I know who you are.”

I quickly replied and, gathering my bag, approached the man sitting by the window.

“Hello.”

We exchanged names and greetings.

My first impression of him, in that brief moment of greeting, was that he had really big eyes, and he seemed neat and clean-cut.

Masks were mandatory, so we didn't see each other's faces until after we ordered our drinks and took them off.

We finally got to see each other's faces.

Honestly, I didn't realize how important the lower half of a person's face was until masks became common.

I hadn't realized that there were so many people with beautiful eyes in Korea.

So, I've often been surprised or disappointed when I see people's faces without a mask on.

Ah, he has a nice impression, and he looks young for his age.

I couldn't help but smile. It had been so long since I'd met someone whose first impression I liked!

He didn't ask any rude or strange questions. The more we talked, the more enjoyable it became.

We talked about the exercise we each do, the areas we are interested in when we are resting, and the places we have traveled to.

We talked about work, our favorite foods.

We had similar hobbies and preferences, and our thoughts seemed to align.

If he hadn't asked me if I was hungry while we were casually jumping from one topic to another,

I probably wouldn't have realized how much time had passed.

Why did he have to be so inconsiderate about my stomach issues?

We ended up not eating, but made plans for next time, and after a conversation that lasted over two and a half hours, we said goodbye.

Overwhelmed with excitement, I sent a message to my friend on my way home.

“I met someone I like from a blind date! We have similar tastes, and I get a good feeling from him.”

“Oh my gosh!”

“We met at 7:00 PM and talked until now.”

“It's so hard to find someone you like!! It feels good!!”

“He asked if I could give him my KakaoTalk ID and I said yes. I think he likes me too.

He's gentle and composed. I like him so far. Is this why I needed to let go of everything to make something good happen?

I really didn't have any expectations. I thought I'd just have a one-hour coffee date or something...”

“Right, I felt the same way.”

“It feels like I've started a little something with him. Even if it doesn't work out, a little something is always a good thing.”

“It's a source of energy for life. I hope he's a good person!”

I was so happy to receive a message from him asking if I got home safely, but I calmed myself down.

It could have been a polite gesture. It had happened so many times before.

He messaged me the next morning on his way to work and asked me out again.

He also checked in on me during lunchtime and after work.

Finally, the perfect 'something' had begun.