"Use your own!"I ordered roughly. "If that profile still exists in an hour, both of you'd better watch out!"
Without making a fuss, the two who were supposed to be my best friends rushed back to their respective cubicles.
Okay, I know they meant well. According to them, I have been single for a very long time. (Way too long,according to them.) I'm not even interested in dating sites. I'm afraid that I might come across weirdos. You know, the kind that seems perfect online, until you meet them face to face...eeww...
Sometimes Indonesians are too nosy for their own good. Okay, perhaps they're happy because they have someone special or a partner. But that doesn't mean the single ones always suffer, right? I can find someone my own when I want to. If they'd had good intentions, then at least they should've asked me first before creating that dreadful profile of mine on that dating site. Ugh...
When I checked that website again, my name and picture were gone. Good. Now I feel much better...
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Okay, whose number is this? Why does it keep giving me missed calls on my Whatsapp and asking me to meet up?
I don't feel I'm that popular, so I chose to ignore it. But hey, why were these messages becoming more impolite and rude?
"You don't know who I am, do you?"
"How could you forget after we have chatted for so many times?"
"What's the matter? I'm not good enough for you?"
