It's been a while, but here we are

I have fought against reverting to type... but old habits die hard.  Haven't written in an age because I am now fully entrenched in the horror that is NYSC. I survived camp and was blessed enough to go back to England immediately after for some r and r shhhhhhhh!
Anyhoo, on the lack of loving front.
I have met someone, ish. But in my usual fashion, there is something wrong with him.  Trust me to fall for a guy who's last serious commitment ended in death.  Yes you heard me... sigh.  He dates a girl for three years, proposes when he turns 30 and she dies in a car accident.  6 months later I arrive to entertain him cos really I reckon that is all I am doing at the moment.  Even if by some magic of the universe this man falls for me, I would be terrified.  Lets assume he decides we should date for 2 years before he proposes... he will be wanting sex.  I may have omitted to tell him that I am as yet hymenally challenged.  All of a sudden I have been  meeting guys who are not interested in virgins, or maybe it's just a  male doctor thing (story for another day).  I do like him though.  Let's call him Lilu and I reckon he would be progressive enough to let me keep my surname.  Let's see what happens. A memento of our first date (yes I know it was freaking romantic, he held my hand etc, but I am not getting my hopes up):