There was something in Zahra that made men notice her. She was not particularly beautiful, but she had a confident smile and the walk of an independent woman. That made some men approach, they liked how she looked, and they thought she would look even nicer in their bed, naked over the sheets. Five minutes of conversation were usually enough to make them run away. As soon as Zahra commented how she was the CEO of her own company at barely twenty-six, and how she was a graduate in one of the most prestigious schools in the country, the prospective suitor of the day would grow pale and leave.
Zahra was able to handle those men, she knew what they were after, and she knew what she wanted. Sometimes, rarely, one would be able to cope with the fact that she was an independent and smart woman. The few times it happened, she had actually gone on a date with the guy. Dates always meant small talk, and getting to know each other. It also meant that Zahra disclosed her passion for yoga, and how she was a published poet. Her friends considered that a second test, if a man could also handle that, he was worth a try. Few were, most were baffled at how much was she able to do.
Still, some did, the few relationships Zahra had had were that kind of men. Men who were not afraid of a strong woman, men who were looking for a partner in life. However, there was something else they needed to cope with. Despite the appearances, Zahra was a really introvert person, who had trouble expressing her feelings. Therefore, even though she was in love with her boyfriend of the moment, the guy would feel abandoned, and would think of her as cold. At this point all of them would give up, thinking she was not as interested in them as they were.
And Zahra always ended up alone, wondering whether it was actually worth to try dating anymore. Wondering whether any man would actually understand her.
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