Chasing the Fantasy ||Completed

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Akward galore!

There was a plunging feeling forming inthe depths of her stomach and she wanted to escape. "Someone come save me from the moment", she murmured. They just stared at each other for eternity before Nancy came back again. No words were uttered, but the tension spoke volumes. It was icy and piercing.

Stacy had only a vague idea of how an ideal relationship should look like, but one thing she knew for sure was that what Joe did was unacceptable in so many levels. Having been mostly sheltered, she got a taste of life from the truth mixed with lies stories her friends told her at school and the variety of advice, riddles and stories showered on her at home. There was a strictly adhered no talking to stranges policy that was might never to be broken. Thank goodness she did not turn out to be socially awkward. Going out alone was also never an option until she went to high shool. Even with that, her father made her undergo intensive self- defense classes before opening slightly the door of independence. Her father had always been the over- the- top- protective and responsible kind dad.

Her only kind of open book relationship she had preview to was that of her brother- Kwadwo and his girlfriend. It was more of sneaking and messing around. Checking if mum and dad was around, before letting their bodies collide. More than once, Stacy would tape her ears to the windows to listen to their acts.
She didn't have a boyfriend at least not now, but there was one in the works. Presumably, there was a queue of men lined up, but she was yet to make her pick.

One day while strolling down the streets after running away from school, she was approached by a gentleman driving a luxurious 4x4 car. He was gorgeous: chiseled shaped jaws, curly hair, a chin dimple with the older man look like a George Clooney clone ( no pun intended). More importantly, he was the son of a billionaire and billionaire in his own rights, a fact Stacy did not now until a mutual friend revealed that info. And that's why they called him the Arabian Prince!

Stacy and Bob started doing what looked like dating. Meeting him was one of those strange life events, a fortunate incidence that was meant to be. They complented each other in so many ways. But It was hard being a newbie to all the relationship stuff, especially with Bob being an older guy. Such men always want to jump into the baby making wagon.

Speaking of babies, Nancy invited Stacy to the nursery to help her sort out the baby goodies Stacy brought. Meanwhile Pastor Joe excused himself and went to his study to prepare his sermon. You see, Baby showers were not really a big thing here. Rather wisdom and hand me downs were given: you'll have soft blankets, wool booties, onesies, all sort of outfits, books and overused toys being passed down from generation to generation.

"When are you going to introduce Bob to us?", asked Nancy in a mocking tone.

"We are skipping around the dating thing. I want him to meet you guys, but I feel like it would be rushing things. I am only 21 so I am not looking for something serious. Yet, the way he pursues me so relentlessly, sometimes makes me second guess my decision. "

"It is this time that you actually have to be serious about any relationship you are in. You are not getting any younger.", Nancy added.

They dissected all the different parts of the relationship like it was some sort of cadaver. Talking with Nancy, she realised that the awkwardness of the moment had zigzagged away with the passing of time. Truthfully, there is nothing like a conversation with a woman that understands you.

Joe sat around in his boho styled study in what felt like a hundred hours. Preparing a sermon is one of those things you don't want to mess up; where the smallest detail makes the whole difference; and where creativity leads to ingenuity. He did tons research, he read passages back and forth, connecting the dots. For perfect delivery, he read the text out loud.

While in transit, an insight hit him- he was going to do an expose on some politicians. He was going for the politicians in a massive way. A ball of anxiety struck his stomach, knowing the unedited truth was going to bring all the attention.

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