About 20 10, I started an online dating. This is what I didn't expect, because I am very conservative and insecure. When I was very young, my mother always told me that I was born with beauty, so the world was dangerous for me, and I wanted to be reserved. I am convinced, but my feelings are not under the jurisdiction of reason, so I started a relationship in the most casual way in the world when I was 18 years old. I haven't seen that man for a long time, just smiling at his qq avatar every day. His head is Sakata Gintoki, and he is really a humorous and classical person like Yin Shi. He is very good at poetry. From time to time, he will quote some beautiful poems that I have never heard of, such as "I don't know how many flowers bloom" and "Life is not up to me". I was deeply impressed by his speech. For the first time in my life, I experienced the taste of acacia like red beans (I can hardly use such a wonderful metaphor without knowing him). But all his friends advised me on qq that there could be no result between him and me. He said that they are all members of a group called "Short Legs Club" on qq. They told me a lot about him, such as "at the age of thirteen, he performed the stunt of upright hip drilling, and at the age of eighteen, he took the bus without buying a ticket." I didn't believe it at that time. I think it's a dirty trick because they are jealous that he has a woman like me. I intend to meet him. He hesitated for a long time and finally agreed. We made an appointment at Xinbake, a coffee shop where young artists gathered in his city, which is famous for its price and style. Like all girls with long legs, I was an hour late for my first date. I pushed open the chic glass door of the coffee shop, and the aroma of authentic first-class Nestle coffee came to my nose. The lights in the coffee shop are very dim, and the background music is Dong Zhen's Drunken Dream Fairy Forest. As far as I know, he still has good taste. There are many people in the shop, men and women, sitting quietly behind the solid wood cabinet table, most of which are covered with macbook with seven-color marquee trademarks. I can't help feeling guilty, afraid that they will find the same connotation as failure under my golden appearance. Among many young artists, I saw him at a glance. Yes, I haven't met him, but that doesn't prevent me from finding the most elegant man in the audience. He sat in the darkest corner of the coffee shop, his coat was a plaid flannel shirt, and his index finger pointed at the position of the person. Looking at my side, his eyes drew an elegant arc in the air and locked me in an instant.