Love Story: Nigerian Prince Scam turned Love Story

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Love Story: Nigerian Prince Scam turned Love Story

Eloise Henry, Section Editor

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“Ding!” Gurty looked up from her cubicle to see a new email in her inbox. Slowly, she clicked on it, ready for it to be something monotonous such as a request to refill the copier paper. “I need your help,” the first line read. “I am a prince, and my country is currently battling a civil war. 2 regain control and save my ppl, I need 5,000 dollars from you as soon as possible. The royal funds r locked down, and my only way to access them is through your help. I will repay u soon. Please, I beg of you.”

Gurty gaped. Instinctively, she began to move it into the trash, but something stopped her. All her life she had been average, but here was an opportunity for greatness. An entire country needed her help, her 5,000 dollars. And besides, even though he was thousands of miles away, there was something about him. He seemed so caring and different from anyone else. Thinking of how happy she would make him, Gurty sent the prince 5,000 dollars and eagerly waited for his response.

“You did what?!” Gurty’s best friend Aubergine gasped. “Gurty, that’s a scam! I get those emails all the time, oh my god I can’t believe you’ve done this! It’s just so irresponsible!”

“I don’t know. It was just something about his voice I guess.”

“It’s an email!”

“I can’t explain it, but I trust him.”

Still, Aubergine’s words filled Gurty’s mind with doubts. Her mind spun that night, and she hoped that her initial feeling about him was right.

Gurty arrived in the office the next morning full of shame. Although she wished that the prince was real, she knew that those types of things only ever happen in fairy tales. She had tried Tinder and Christian Mingle relentlessly, but to no avail. It seemed to be that no one could match her passion for 18th century porcelain doll collecting.

“Ding!”

It was him! Out of excitement, Gurty let out a squeal, causing her coworkers to give her odd looks while she opened the email.

“Thank you. You have saved millions of my people. I can never repay you for your kindness and generosity, but let this 20,000 dollars act as a start.”

Gurty couldn’t believe it! It was a miracle! Aubergine was never wrong before, but it looked like there was a first time for everything. She quickly typed, “What’s ur @”.

The prince and Gurty talked incessantly for months, about everything under the sun. For some reason, all of her quirks only made them fit even better together. That 18th century doll collection? It turned out that his country had the largest collection in the world. Everything seemed to be falling into place, and Gurty had never been happier.

“This needs to stop.” Aubergine turned Gurty’s chair away from the computer to face her.

Gurty attempted to turn back, but Aubergine wouldn’t let her. “You’re not an individual anymore. It’s like nothing else matters but that screen.”

“He’s special.”

“The only ‘special’ one here is you. This obviously isn’t real; it’s just some messed up scheme. Forget him, because it’s never going to work out the way you think it will. I’m only trying to protect you, but please, if you value yourself at all understand that this isn’t healthy.”

Gurty sighed. Aubergine was probably right. It was fun while it lasted, but it was time for the real world. She sent one last email to the prince, saying that she was sorry, but their relationship couldn’t continue.

Almost instantly her world turned from color back to black and white. Nothing seemed to excite her anymore, and even though Aubergine encouraged her to go out, it didn’t seem right to. She simply went through the motions every day, and tried her best to forget about him.

Thump thump thump thump thump thump.

Two weeks after she sent her last email, strange sounds were coming from outside.

Thump thump thump thump thump thump.

Gurdy got up with the rest of her coworkers to find out what was making the mysterious noise. She walked up into the office courtyard, and saw a golden helicopter landing. Out walked the prince, her prince!

“Why did you stop writing to me.”

“It just felt so unreal.”

“Gurty,” he got down on one knee and pulled out a ring. “I’ve never stopped thinking about you. I love you.”

A single tear fell down her cheek. She reached out her hand with her forefinger and thumb touching, and when the prince looked down at it, ready to put on the diamond ring, only one word came to mind.

“Gottem.”