[Diary entry #8: February 9, 2020]

I added some more personal information to my Tinder account to spice things up and find someone who actually matches well with me. I even said that I'm a "social disaster" and can't score a date for my own good. At this point, honesty is the only card I'm going to pay. No lies, no deceptions, no illusions.

On the other hand, Mom is still set on combining another date for me. How many more times I have to tell her that this doesn't work is something I don't know. I'm tired of repeating myself. If she doesn't want to understand, then it's her loss, not mine. I'm not going to cave, at least not now.

I'm not going to open Tinder again at least until tomorrow. Only then I'll see if my phone is flooded with notifications or if my effort is completely vain. If this plan fails, I guess that dating isn't for me and I'll have to accept that I'm bound to be single for a long time. Or, worse, accept any sort of rumors on my sexuality.

Speaking of the others, Seho is spending more and more time outdoors. He knows I don't want to see him unless he gives me a clear reason of why he busted me behind my back. He also knows, on the other hand, that my presence restrains him. In other words, I believe he's ashamed of me.

I don't blame him, though. I've barely done anything to look a better person, to be a better person. So why not starting now?