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  • Tish Robbins

MY STALKER (PART ONE)







My name is Nola Spencer, I’m twenty nine years old and really I’m fed up with being single.

I’m not one of those women who feels that they have to be with a man. In fact, I’ve been very happy single. I actually enjoyed the freedom it gave me.

I guess now I’m starting to think about life a bit more seriously. I mean I have a great job as a web designer, a nice flat and I’ve made some great friends along the way.

I guess now, I’m ready for a little bit more.

 Some people might think I’m letting my relationship status define me but it’s hard not to sometimes. Especially when all my friends are happily loved up. Meeting up with them isn’t exactly fun either because I often end up feeling like a third wheel which gets awkward pretty fast.

I’ve been told I’m a great catch. Men usually find me attractive and surprised when they hear that I’ve been single for over a year, but I’ve been on plenty of dates and I’m yet to meet the right one.

The thing that pisses me off is that guys often assume that I’m desperate just because I’m single.

Please make it make sense.

But I'm not going to settle for just anyone.

I’m not looking for a perfect man. I don’t think anyone is perfect because everyone has flaws. I just want someone who is perfect for me. I want a man who can make me laugh, is kind, caring, secure, gentle, and of course I have to be physically attracted to him too.

In short, I just want someone who I can click with and someone who understands me and is willing to just accept me warts and all.

 Is that too much to ask for?

I’ve been on plenty of dates. My last relationship had been with a guy called Darryl who I had met at a work related conference about two years ago. It had been lust at first sight for both of us. He had been tall, with dark brown skin and a perfect smile. We worked in the same field and things had gone well for a while. The sex had been amazing but I soon realised that we didn’t have much in common outside the bedroom and we had split up.

 Since then I've tried online dating, but it had been a complete nightmare. I had been catfished more times than I can remember and the guys who seemed to have a bit of promise only seemed to be after one thing hasn’t exactly worked out for me either. Every time I think I've found someone who was halfway decent, they’ve either turned out to be a pervert, a psycho, a loser, a bum or married.

Right now, I’m just putting it out there So now, I'm just hoping that fate will bring me my perfect match. I've been going out more, trying to meet new people, but so far, no luck.

That's why when my friend Janelle called me up, telling me she had the perfect guy for me, I jumped at the chance. Maybe this could be it, my chance at finding love.

"Girl, I've got the perfect guy for you," Janelle said over the phone. "He's cute. His name is Josiah Wilson. He’s intelligent, successful, and he's dying to meet you."

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. "Really? Tell me more," I said.

"He's a friend of a friend. I've seen his picture, and he's definitely your type. I think you two would hit it off."

I was hesitant, but Janelle was persistent.

"Come on, what do you have to lose? Worst-case scenario, you have a bad date, and you're back to square one. But what if he's the one? You'll never know if you don't try."

She had a point. Maybe it was time to take a chance on love. "Okay, fine. I'll do it," I said, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement.

"Great! I'll set everything up. You won't regret it, I promise," Janelle said before hanging up.

I couldn't help but feel a spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this blind date would be the start of something special.

Only time would tell.

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