Recently, after talking to people and paying attention to adverts (I seem to watch more adverts than actual TV programmes!) I’ve realised that there are loads of adverts for online dating....like loads! I guess I’ve picked up on this now because more and more of my friends are meeting people, people they think they will spend the rest of their lives with! As for me, well I’ve made no effort on that front whatsoever.
And this brings me back to stories I’ve been told about ‘the old days’ – so apparently, in the ‘old days’, my sources (mostly consisting of grandparents, uncles and aunts and other family/friends) have told me about the importance of the photo. See, what happens is a guy is shown a bunch of photos and he’s asked to pick one.
They come out of a white envelope and at some point or another, despite constantly refusing to look at the photos, he’ll be forced to look. And there, when looking, he will be presented with a few photos and asked to pick one, ‘come on son, just one, for me’ his mother will plead.
He’ll look through the photos not really paying much attention and tells them he’ll think about it. His parents will remind him that he has a lot of choice – this is a good thing obviously! One evening, he’ll be fed up of his parents constant nagging and decide to have another look at those photos. Upon closer inspection he’ll find that the photos, all 13 of them, are of exactly the same girl.... so much for choice eh!?
As for the story of the girl in the photo, well that calls for another blog post!
But it makes me wonder, is it better now or was it better ‘back then’?
Obviously the stories that I’m told are altered by the story teller each time to make them amusing, so the amount of truth in these stories is significantly reduced each time they are told. But the meaning remains the same.
Keep reading, F x
