He Does Not Look Like His Pictures On Instagram!

This happens a lot , and women write to us regarding – Does Not Look Like His Pictures! so in the following article we will discuss this topic; Jonathan was amazed to find that my nose was not as beautiful as in the pictures, and I was amazed to see baldness and gray teeth. I’m also pretty sure he was amazed to hear that despite the world – wide pictures I uploaded, I still live with my parents. In short, the legend we made for ourselves stayed somewhere in Instagram, and you could say it’s midnight and I’ve gone from Cinderella to dirty and he – Prince to Frog.
Not Look Like His Pictures
Not Look Like His Pictures

I have already tried everything. Facebook, various dating apps, free-for-all trips, parties, bars and even get down to dumping the garbage in minis and heels. And for some reason, I’m still alone.

Some may say I’m too picky, but come on, how can that be said of someone who broke a world Guinness record in blind dating? Anyway, I know what’s good for me and what’s not. Me and no one else. And if until now I have not compromised, then I will not compromise either.

After all, I am the one who is supposed to spend an eternal life with the same wipe that is not the most moist in the package. If he’s tired of me on the third date, what will happen after thirty years? You will probably find me in one of the two – an institution for the mentally ill or you will not want.

In general, I do not understand why everyone is forcing me to continue a relationship that I am not interested in. They should not hear the boring stories of Ronnie the hitmaker about Captain America and Batman nor should they hear Nadav’s snoring every night from ten to six in the morning.

My lecturer in behavioral psychology has always said that stress is a positive element, but to me it mostly feels like the lack of hot water in the shower on a cold winter day. Still, I try to maintain eternal optimism and hope. After all, at the end of the day, you only need one. Only one man to fit me.

Then came the weekend and I met Talia and Nofar. It’s such a timeless bachelorette party that takes place every Thursday at Gili’s bar. And so, while Talia and I’s romantic life is still in a depressing drought, Nofar’s suddenly seemed more promising than ever.

Half secretly jealous and half openly accommodating, I asked her to tell me where! Where she meets all those perfect men she’s talking about. What the hell? I missed? I wondered to myself, and she replied, “On Instush.” ​​Instush, I thought to myself, “You mean Instagram ?!”, I asked in astonishment. Nofar answered in the affirmative and laughed.

Does Not Look Like His Pictures On Instagram!
Does Not Look Like His Pictures On Instagram!

Do not know if I was disappointed or filled with hope. I had quite mixed feelings. For me, Instagram is the essence of lies and fabrication. Millions of Barbie and Ken profiles, luxury cars, luxury restaurants and wonders of the world.

What’s fake and what’s not? There is no knowing. What is certain is that I decided to try, what can already happen? Max I will find myself in some abandoned basement with a fugitive criminal or a pathological liar. Not something that has not happened to me yet. Laughs.

That night I ran home and until the wee hours of the night I set up an Instagram that doesn’t embarrass any Kardashian. I downloaded every possible polishing software and started splashing pictures as if I were at most a Vogue cover editor.

Soon the followers arrived and with them all the studs. I found myself working a tedious second job – trying to increase the number of followers and with them the chances of finding love. Then came the one! Jonathan, 36, good job, pictures with full of friends, restaurants, trips, looks like he came out of the good life channel.

He’s perfect for me, I shivered happily and announced loudly. A spring wedding would be perfect! Mom will be proud of me and Grandma Janett will be able to show it off to all the seniors at a bingo night.

Does Not Look Like His Pictures On Instagram!
Does Not Look Like His Pictures On Instagram!

From a seven star hotel in Dubai to a shabby hostel in nowhere
The long awaited date has arrived. I set out on an occupation mission in a tight black dress and thin heels, a flowing face and bright lipstick. I was waiting for Jonathan to hurt like a rainbow after a storm of losers.

And he did get hurt. June! My June! The perfect groom! Or rather, not so perfect. We looked at each other and asked at the same time in astonishment: “Are you Johnathan?”, “And you are Emilia?”

Johnathan was amazed to find that my nose was not as beautiful in the pictures, and I was amazed to see baldness and gray teeth. I’m also pretty sure he was amazed to hear that despite the world – wide pictures I uploaded, I still live with my parents.

In short, the legend we made for ourselves stayed somewhere in Instush, and you could say it’s midnight and I’ve gone from Cinderella to Dirty and he’s Prince to Frog. With a sore and aching heart I called Talia and Nofar and informed them that the wedding was canceled.

I mourned for about half a day my and Jonathan’s relationship, which turned from a seven star hotel in Dubai into a shabby hostel in nowhere, and I swore to myself that I would never be captivated by the charm of Instush and its subjects again.

Does Not Look Like His Pictures On Instagram!
Does Not Look Like His Pictures On Instagram!

Then it hit me. I suddenly realized that I am part of a generation that is captivated by the illusion of abundance and wholeness, a false illusion that causes the serial disappointment we experience again and again with potential suitors of all kinds.

We try to pretend we are something we are not. And in general, what are people looking for in this platform other than “material” and superficiality? In the picture it is impossible to see if Jonathan is a smart, good and loyal man, all those things that I did not even bother to check if they exist in him that evening.

In all that spectacular collage there is no emotion and if there is no emotion, then there is no love either. One could even say that instinct is “love at first sight and disappointment at second glance.”

It seems to me that it’s time to wake up and concentrate on a little more important things than the car we drive or the number of Michelin stars of the restaurant where we dined.

It is time to come to terms with ourselves and the imperfections that exist in us, and stop striving to convey a life that is perfect and empty of content. Once we learn to concentrate primarily and not on therapy, it will be much easier to get to know and love each other. I’m ready to try, and you?

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Nitz

My name is Nitzan but everyone call me Nitz, I am passionate about writing and especially blogs. I will focus on posts that are related to Lifestyle in general , relationship,dating advices and articles, Hope you enjoy my blog!

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