“I’ve been to every club in this effing town and I can’t seem to find what I’m looking for!” James complains.

“Give it time, James, you’ll find someone,” Jenny tries to convince him.

“What if I can’t? Huh! What then? I’m going to freak, Jenny! When I’m on my death bed, who’s going to be next to me? Even in spirit!” James begins to throw his hands everywhere.

“James! Calm down. Why are you getting so worked up?” Jenny says worried.

“Because, unlike you, not everyone has found their soulmate yet, and unlike you, some people may never be able to find somebody!”

“James, you really are getting me worried. You’ve never acted like this before,”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know. Its just that I’m afraid of staying single, you know? I have like some type of phobia about it,” James says, calming down.

“Of staying single?” Jenny asks not believing it.

“Yeah, I know it sounds weird, but there is something like that,” James says trying to think of the word.

“Anuptaphobia?”

“I have a phobia? Now I’m phobophobic!”