IN May, a handsome guy of another race approached me while I was window shopping. I tried to evade him but he was persistent. Finally, I gave him my name card.

At that time, I thought he seemed harmless. He spoke fluent English, looked sincere (he looked into my eyes and not at my body parts), was polite and apologised for frightening me.

In the next three days, he phoned my office many times and when he finally got through to me, he asked me out for a cup of coffee. During the tete-a tete, we exchanged details about ourselves.

I discovered that we loved tennis, we worked in Fortune 500 companies, he had studied and worked abroad for several years, and we shared the same outlook on life. In that instant, I fell in love with him. He was the man I had been looking to share my life with.

After that day, he would phone me after his tennis sessions and we would chat. He seemed to have cast a spell over me. On our second date, we watched a movie and he held my hand. I reciprocated.

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