If you ask Stephnie:

Picture this: another Sunday rolls around, and there I am, fully intending to dive into my books like a scholar on a mission. Exams wait for no one, after all. But then, Mom drops the bomb – there's church, and there's food. Suddenly, my study plans morph into visions of free jolllof and assorted meat delights. Who am I to resist such divine intervention?

So, I throw on my trusty red pantsuit, because why not add a splash of sass to a day of spiritual enlightenment? Plus, it's sunny outside – gotta dress the part, right? As I strut into the church, I can't help but notice the cozy vibe. The praise and worship section? A jam session. The sermon? Top-notch. The preacher? A real MVP.

Then comes the curveball: one of the church members decides it's matchmaking o'clock and drags me into the middle of the congregation to meet their son. Cue the awkward silence as I stand there, mentally reviewing my potential lunch options. Rice. Assorted meats. Meatpie. Puf- .

When suddenly, out of nowhere, a hand reaches around and blurts out a rushed introduction – "HiMyNamesIsOsas." And just like that, poof! He's gone, leaving me to ponder the mysteries of church singles mingling.

After that bizarre encounter, I make a beeline for the food, load up on lunch for my brothers, and head home, shaking my head at the randomness of it all. Mom gets an earful about the weird encounter, but her advice is as sage as ever – "give him a chance, maybe he was just nervous." Yeah, right. Nervous or not, that wasn't exactly love at first handshake material.

So, I tuck Mr. Mystery Man away in the back of my mind and get back to my grind. But lo and behold, two days later, my phone lights up with a mysterious 413 number. I figure it's someone I know but haven't bothered to save in my contacts. Boy, was I wrong.

Cut to the dramatic reveal: it's HiMyNamesOsas, on the line, offering up apologies for his Sunday snafu. Forty-five minutes later, we're still chatting like old pals, and suddenly, ghosting him seems like a crime against good conversation.

Fast forward through a few weeks of intense studying, and wouldn't you know it? HiMyNamesOsas is still on my mind.

So, I do what any sensible person would do – I pick up the phone and call him. And well, let's just say, that once I started, I couldn't stop.

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