A little over a year ago at University, I had handed in my coursework for the semester (I got all distinctions, for the record), and was walking back slightly triumphantly to my accommodation. I had almost reached my front door, when someone came running around the corner, asking if he could speak to me. I was confused, expecting a talk on ‘our savior the Lord Jesus Christ’ or something but agreed. Next thing I knew, he was standing just inches from my face, and admitted he had seen me in the library occasionally since the previous year, and thought I looked interesting, and he said he desperately wanted to get to know me. I gave him my contact details, and he left.

Shortly afterwards, he contacted me. At this point, I blew it. It’s true, I was still a bit bewildered by the situation, but I was overly aggressive, unwilling to believe someone would want to talk to me or think I’m anything more than just a face in the crowd. After a couple more attempts at getting to hold a conversation with me, this particular admirer gave up.

I remember that incident with pain. I have sincerely regretted my actions ever since.

Daniyo, if you’re reading this (unlikely, but still), I’m deeply sorry.

But now, being unemployed and having little else to do with my time now except look after my grandfather or tagging along with my partner, I realised I am in need of making my own friends, for I am terribly lonely.

Potentially, therefore, last weekend could have been a turning point for me. Alas, it was not.

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