Ordinarily， when a man confesses his love to a woman she should be pleasantly surprised and say yes， or at the very least， she should feel guilty when she says no. However， I recently experienced a confession which was neither. It was awkward and mildly offensive.
The man was not even a friend or workmate. We met a few weeks ago during a work assignment and added each other on WeChat.
One night， he suddenly sent a message to me.
"I saw you smoke that day. It is not good for a woman to smoke， especially in Beijing; her mother-in-law will not like her."
Then he continued， "I am a Beijing local， and my mother is a typical senior who hates women who smoke， so you’d better quit."
grew until his third message arrived.
"How about being my girlfriend?"
What? The only thing I knew about him was his name and face. He was not even my type. How could I be his girlfriend? I took a deep breath and told myself to be polite.
"We barely know each other，" I said.
Then he delved into an analysis of me， my characteristics and my family.
"I actually know a lot about you，" he said.
Before I could think of anything to say， he continued.
" in Hainan Province. You can send your parents there to live with mine during winter. I am a good person. I give beggars money， so I am a rich and nice man."
I only saw him as an overconfident and reckless person. He did not know me at all， and for all I knew he says the same thing to every single female friend in his WeChat.
him. I told him the feeling was not mutual and he could not be my Mr Right. In response， he became quite arrogant and tried to make me feel like I lost out on a good thing.
"Do you know how eager women from other places are to marry a Beijing man who can give her a Beijing hukou? I don’t know why you don’t like me. I am perfect for marriage."
"I have a Beijing hukou， too， thank you，" I said， biting back the harsher words I wanted to say. "Maybe it’ I don’t really know you， and I don’t want to get to know you now."