Like anyone growing up, Glenda wondered if she would ever meet The One.
When she was very small she heard adults talk in hushed voices about others who had found The One: Young women when they least expect it, some women when they thought they were too old and had stopped thinking about it.
When she was a teen she was told horror stories of hormones gone wild and lifelong consequences.
Would she meet him in college, in the cafeteria or the dorm? Maybe a party, or in one of her classes. She thought she saw him in the faces of random strangers, but no.
Now, as she turned thirty she thought more and more about it, and it haunted her most days. Would it be in a meeting with a vendor, or a bar after work? Maybe an Uber driver?
Who would her hunter be? And would she be able to defend herself when he came for her?