Mr Selfie

Yolanda’s search for a serious date unearths a man who’s more in love with himself than her

- WN TEMBO

THE last time I asked a man out on a date, he ran away from me faster than Usain Bolt,” Yolanda said, bet­ ween mouthfuls of food. “That’s why I joined a dating site.”

Spiwe and David, Yolanda’s friends who were having lunch with her in a busy restaurant, smiled at her knowingly. David, Yolanda’s brother’s best friend, stifled a laugh.

“Wow! You’re brave,” he said. “Some men are conditioned to ‘hunt’ so when they feel ‘hunted’ they get confused and run.”

The three friends met often to share stories, and Yolanda felt perfectly at ease and free to share her man­finding problems with them.

“I am tired of waiting around for Mr Right to hunt for me,” she continued, “so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I must admit, though, it’s hard to find marriage material on the internet.”

She chatted away with her eyes peeled on her phone, as she scrolled through various profiles on the dating site.

“All I see here are too­good­to­be­true handsome men looking for short­term relationships. They’re probably just looking for an opportunity to cheat on their wives or girlfriends. Certainly not my cup of tea. It’s been a week since I set up my account, and no decent fish has nibbled on my bait yet.”

“Your profile pic is the problem,” Spiwe said. She considered herself an expert at posting pictures. “The quality of your picture determines whether you’ll attract someone or not.”

“What’s wrong with my pic?”