Men are also euphemistic. After a date, he will say that he is busy or that he is looking forward to seeing you next time. Politeness teaches us that we cannot directly reject others, and it is precisely under the pretext of this uncertainty that it is infinitely imaginative. Obviously, GIGI, like most girls, sticks to the phone and looks at the bright moon on the windowsill every night before going to bed, expecting that love to come as promised. This anxiety is also mixed with sweetness, until the phone never rang, the girl who had been waiting on the window sill for a long time was tortured into a flower that lost its nectar and withered more and more. This kind of waiting only takes a few more times, and it is impossible to believe that love really exists. That's why leftover women mock marriage. Marrying to accommodate each other is not as good as being single for a lifetime. Marriage is a thing that some people do well, while others make a mess. Is it a mistake at the beginning? Starting with the wrong person on a date, one mistake in the end, and finally ending in failure, or you are trapped in this lonely tomb as if you lost your soul. If no one comes to save you, maybe this life will go down.
I have met many men at my father's dinner many times. Logically speaking, I am just a member of the company and have nothing to do with their related work or business. Many men, when they handed out business cards around the dinner table, also sent me one, including lawyers, banks, chambers of commerce, courts, doctors, and even the mayor and the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. In fact, I feel that I may not have much mingling with these people, but luckily they are just being polite. It's the business owner who rarely sends me business cards. Generally, I never bring my business card to my father's dinner, I don't think it's necessary. As a result, they couldn't exchange business cards with me, and they couldn't get my contact information. There are a few, but also through my father, asking for my phone number. None of them invited me to dinner, or to see a movie, or to have coffee, which never seemed to happen in their lives. It is often a call to request to participate in their commemorative meeting, or to travel to the suburbs, or to participate in their favorite group activities, such as horseback riding, singing, parties and the like. They don't like very direct face-to-face, but like to be in a crowd of strangers, looking after you as your only acquaintance. I'm thinking, I'm constantly obsessed, is this a date or just a very social activity? The signal I get is that they take good care of you and introduce you appropriately, and usually they're one of the hosts of the event, guess what, it's nothing more than a thoughtful and warm socializing. But I was wrong again. After group activities, they also asked me to meet alone. At this time, I can often observe more carefully. Where is their comprehensiveness and comprehensiveness? Where did their wealth of topics and confidence in their field of expertise go? Where is their composure of superiority? All I could see were the clumsy, inarticulate sides, who seemed to be different people.
It is difficult for two people to be alone. It would be embarrassing and uncomfortable without feeling for each other. The more reason is that we come from different lives, our hobbies are very different, and we can't say anything about it. They like to talk about the law, the unit, the meeting, their own development, and even the bureaucracy... Of course, they also talk about food, which is how XXX restaurants are. I will talk about my food, I eat food stalls on the streets of Shunde, I buy seafood from fishermen at the wharf in Shenjiamen, I dig bamboo shoots in the mountains of Poyang, Jiangxi Province, to be honest, I love instant noodles, Throw in eggs, pickles, and a slice or two of ham; at Swan Lake, maybe they're for an elaborate massage or a full service, and my sisters and I always make our backs sore with all-night mahjong; they like to flaunt their favorites , but I sneered at those modern art; they were more keen on Lijiang and Maldives. I have been looking forward to being able to enter Tibet in my lifetime, even if only once, I would also like to see Antarctica.
Those who know life know more about love. That's why the people who meet me are so boring, they don't understand life, they don't understand love. They are courteous when they see a woman, perhaps not to attract her, but just to present themselves. This proves nothing, I can only measure that they are owners of high quality of life, but unfortunately lacking in spiritual quality. Have they ever thought about love? They say, like is love, I said why I like it, they say generous and decent, well-behaved and gentle, smart and housekeeping... These are their criteria for choosing a wife. I said, you are choosing goods! You can't relate to this "commodity", you're just making choices there. With better merchandise, it's easy to be distracted. They asked me back, so what if we resonate and meet someone who resonates more? I smiled and said: congratulations on finding the person you love the most. But how do you know it's a favorite? And what about later?
So this is also the problem of cheating men in the film. He thought that he had found a party that resonated with him, and he was very responsible and had the courage to reveal his secrets. He couldn't confirm whether it was love or not, he wandered between "love" and the responsibility of marriage, and finally missed the half that really belonged to him. He is nothing more than confused, and sometimes, confusion requires a price. On some issues of principle, people always have to have their own bottom line, and I'm not talking about the bottom line of carnal desire. After getting married, I have always suspected that I have not encountered resonance, and I have been tirelessly pursuing true love. This is no bottom line. Usually this person also likes to make a name for himself under the banner of Long Live Love. When they found the so-called "true love", they began to doubt again. They were always looking for a carrot called "true love" hanging on a string, and they would never tire of it. In fact, such people don't understand love, and I don't know what's going on.
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