Decades ago, maybe when I
was in my forties, I tried a dating
site.
I saw a photo of a quite attractive
brown-haired woman.
I was close to enamored by how
good she looked.
When I contacted her and she
agreed to meet, I felt blessed.
But when we met, she looked
nothing like her photo.
She looked at least twenty
years older and had lost her looks.
Her brown hair had turned gray
and she was no longer slender.
Out of politeness, I didn’t show
my displeasure
or say anything about how she
didn’t look at all like her photo.
Inwardly I was disappointed by
her deception
and after a difficult evening of
acting like everything was okay
I was so relieved when the deception
was over.
Bob Boyd