Searching for love online has never been straightforward. Conversations over messages seem delightful, but reality often proves otherwise. Such was the case with Peter. We exchanged chats and voice notes on Instagram, even had a proper phone call once, and finally arranged to meet. I had hoped for a walk in Hyde Park or something stirring as a first date, rather than just sitting in a café, but Peter insisted on taking me to his favourite spot, certain Id like it.
He arrived for our date without flowers, wearing an old jumper with loose threads, looking rather less presentable than he did on his social media photos. Yet, I didnt have the time to be disappointed, for he truly was an intriguing person. He regaled me with amusing stories, a few chilling tales about late night strolls in the woods, and some touching anecdotes about his sunny cousin Alice, who was dearly beloved by his family.
We talked and enjoyed our tea and cakes, he settled the bill at the end of the evening, firmly refusing to split it. Afterwards we walked towards the bus stop, when suddenly he decided to show me a picture of his cousin Alice, who has Down’s syndrome. What could I say? Of course I told him she was adorable, lovely, and all those sorts of things. Peter grinned and said warmly:
Well, I think shes wonderful and, you know, you remind me a lot of her…
That compliment ruined everything. Not because I had any prejudice, but it was simply so unsettling, I couldnt make sense of it. It didnt matter if he meant I was clever, kind, or looked just like her it hurt me deeply.
That date was both our first and last. Out of courtesy, I texted him the following day, only to place him in my blocked list afterwards. Let him ponder what went wrong, if he hasnt figured it out by now.
