My friend went on a blind date, and after chatting for 3 minutes, he stood up and left.

The matchmaker hurriedly followed and asked, “Why aren’t you chatting anymore?
The friend admitted, “Oh, come on—she’s not someone I can chat with. She’s a supermarket stock clerk earning more than 3,000 a month. She carries a Chanel, and in her hand she has a top-of-the-line iPhone 17 Pro Max that costs over 10,000.
I’m someone who runs a small business—an income of over a hundred thousand a year counts as a decent life too, but look at her style like that—I just can’t afford to support it!
I don’t want to try to date above my station, and I’m even more afraid of being taken for a fool.
In a barren place, a gorgeous flower blooms—most often, it’s poisonous.”