This story is based on a song called Personal by Stars. It's a really cool song and some of the lyrics are gonna pop up in the story if you wanna check it out.


Narrator's POV

Molly sat on her couch staring at her laptop in frustration. Signing up for a dating website had been a joke between her and Celia. They'd set it up a couple of months before she passed. It was two months after Celia died of appendicitis that Molly finally went back to the site. She wanted to feel close to her best friend again. Even though she wasn't here anymore, didn't mean she couldn't carry on. They used to go on double dates together to ease their nerves. They both had had appalling taste in men, but were hopeless romantics. And perhaps that's why they got along so well, despite their many differences the positive outlook they shared on life united them. But now, without her best friend by her side, Molly found it difficult to find the positivity she was once filled with. It was clear to her now that she and Sherlock could never be together. John noticed something was up with her before Sherlock did. She was invisible to him, and she couldn't do that right now. So here she was, sitting at her computer, her username and password typed in. Just to press 'Log In'.

Molly's POV

It's just a button. All you have to do is press it. She'd want you to carry on. You just need someone to hang out with for a while. If they happen to become your boyfriend then that's a bonus. Come on Molly. You can do it.

It's no use. All this talking myself up isn't getting me anywhere. It's just a website. I don't get why I'm so freaked out. So I won't be able to go on double dates. I can go on dates on my own. It's not like it's hard. Ok, so Celia was usually the one to start the conversation. But I can do that. And ok, we used to sit together and weed out anyone who was a creep, but I can do that on my own. The only difference is that I won't have anyone to laugh with me. No one to laugh with after seeing a ridiculous profile or a bad date. I'll be fine though. Just click the button. What's stopping you? On three. One. Two. Three.

And just like that I log in. It took some time to work up to it...but I'm in. I have one recommendation. The user doesn't have a name, but that's alright. Might as well check him out. There's no pictures allowed on this website. It suited Celia and I just fine, I'm a bit self-conscious. But it's a nuisance when trying to see check someone out. I read the profile.

Specifications: Wanted single F. Under 33. Sought by single M.

Bio: Physically fit. Confident. Enjoys shooting. Loves cats. Enjoys the sun and sea. Looking for Mrs Destiny.

Contact: E-mail or send note/photo to address. Is it you and me?

And then he left his contact details. He sounds alright. I fit the criteria, I'm a single female who's under 33. And I'm looking for a guy. I like the beach too. I remember once when I went to Portugal with Celia for my 22nd birthday...I drift off into a weird vegetative state and when I wake I find tears rolling down my cheeks. That's not good. Distract yourself Molly, carry on looking at his account. Just don't cry anymore. You've done enough crying for a lifetime. He says he likes cats. He'd probably get along well with Toby then. Not that Toby doesn't get along with people. I've yet to see him hiss at anyone. Lovely, little Toby. As if on cue Toby jumps on to the sofa and comes to crawl on my lap. I hug him and snuggle into his fur before putting him back on my lap and stroking him. He purrs contently. I guess I'll e-mail him then. But what to write...No morgue jokes Molly. Remember how that ended last time. I face palm at the memory before getting up my e-mail account.

I look at the e-mail that's taken me an hour and a half to type. I'm not that happy with it, but I can't see it getting any better. I quickly skim over it:

Reply to single M:

Hi. My name is Molly. I'm 28, quite bored and not looking for anything serious. I also love cats. Do you have any? Mine's called Toby. Do you go shooting often?

It seems to in-your-face. But I honestly don't know how to improve it. Might as well send it through. If he doesn't like it, then he won't reply.