typing. Shit! Okay, now was my chance to say something cool and impress him. I couldn’t have him thinking I was some loser who lived on the Internet worshiping his favorite celebrity—even though I was. Okay, what sounded good? What did he like? Finally a thought came to me.
Ashley: Well… I go to the gym every day to work out and jog at night.
I couldn’t believe I had just lied like a dog to him. What was wrong with me? It was like my fingers suddenly had a mind of their own.
Imsebastiangray: That sounds pretty intense. But why jog at night? Is it safe to jog alone, or do you jog with a partner?
Ashley: Alone… but it’s okay, I’m not scared. Why?
Imsebastiangray: Oh no reason. It’s just that I wouldn’t think it’s too safe for a girl to go jogging by herself at night.
Girl? I sat straight up in my chair, almost sobering at this word. Girl? He thinks I’m a girl? What the hell? Oh shit, never mind. It’s that damn name of mine that my crazy mother stuck on me. Crap! Now what do I say? I guess I should tell him the truth. But what if he only contacted me because he thought I was a girl? He obviously likes knowing that he’s chatting with a girl! Fucking straight guy! Think, Ash, think….
Imsebastiangray: Ashley, are you still there?
Ashley: Yeah, I’m here. I spilled my drink.
And the lies keep flowing…. Who knew I could lie like a sailor without blinking an eye? First I tell him I’m working out when in actuality the last time I saw a gym was at my nephew’s basketball game—in middle school! And secondly, I tell him I jog? Jog ? Ha! I only jog to the nearest Krispy Kreme, and that’s only when they have their Hot-Now sign on. Crap! Should I tell him the truth and risk that he won’t talk to me anymore?
Tapping my fingers on the keyboard, my muddled brain refused to give in. Do I really want to lose this little connection I have with him? What does it matter if he thinks I’m a girl? After all, what are the chances I’ll ever meet him?
So as a hundred red flags flew up all around me, with a little help from the bottle of wine, I decided to lie—as in lie-my-ass-off. Clicking on my Facebook messenger, I typed the words that would seal my fate.
Ashley: You’re absolutely right. It’s not safe for girls to jog alone. Next time I’ll ask my friend to come along with me.
Imsebastiangray: Well that’s good to hear. Okay, Ashley, I have to sign off, but thank you again, and tomorrow I’ll find a few pics. When can I find you here on the Internet?
What? He wants to chat again… so soon? OMG. Pulling at my hair in extreme nervousness, I tried to force myself to calm down.
Ashley: I should be here around seven—my time. Oh, I’m in Georgia, so that’s Eastern Standard Time.
Imsebastiangray: Okay, Ashley, I’ll see you around seven tomorrow. And thanks again for everything. Good night.
As I watched Sebastian click to end our instant connection, I felt a sadness creep over me. Was it really him, or had I imagined the entire thing? Would he really show up again tomorrow? Would I ever get to speak to him again? My heart was flipping between incredible happiness and an emptiness that threatened to take over my soul. Get a damn grip, man. He said he would be back, and he will. But for now you have his official sites!
Realizing that I had left Patricia on hold forever, I clicked back in her box.
Ashley: Patricia…. OMG, you will never guess what happened!
Patricia: What, Ashley? Was it him? Was it Sebastian?
Ashley: YES, and you are now talking to the official person who runs his social media sites and meet the new me…. Ashley, the girl.
I went on to explain everything that had just taken place with Sebastian, and after being chastised by Patricia for lying, I got offline and put my drunk ass to bed. Tomorrow was a new day and one I hoped would lead to a wonderful online relationship with the man of my dreams.
Chapter 2
THE NEXT morning I could barely get myself out of
Ashley: Well… I go to the gym every day to work out and jog at night.
I couldn’t believe I had just lied like a dog to him. What was wrong with me? It was like my fingers suddenly had a mind of their own.
Imsebastiangray: That sounds pretty intense. But why jog at night? Is it safe to jog alone, or do you jog with a partner?
Ashley: Alone… but it’s okay, I’m not scared. Why?
Imsebastiangray: Oh no reason. It’s just that I wouldn’t think it’s too safe for a girl to go jogging by herself at night.
Girl? I sat straight up in my chair, almost sobering at this word. Girl? He thinks I’m a girl? What the hell? Oh shit, never mind. It’s that damn name of mine that my crazy mother stuck on me. Crap! Now what do I say? I guess I should tell him the truth. But what if he only contacted me because he thought I was a girl? He obviously likes knowing that he’s chatting with a girl! Fucking straight guy! Think, Ash, think….
Imsebastiangray: Ashley, are you still there?
Ashley: Yeah, I’m here. I spilled my drink.
And the lies keep flowing…. Who knew I could lie like a sailor without blinking an eye? First I tell him I’m working out when in actuality the last time I saw a gym was at my nephew’s basketball game—in middle school! And secondly, I tell him I jog? Jog ? Ha! I only jog to the nearest Krispy Kreme, and that’s only when they have their Hot-Now sign on. Crap! Should I tell him the truth and risk that he won’t talk to me anymore?
Tapping my fingers on the keyboard, my muddled brain refused to give in. Do I really want to lose this little connection I have with him? What does it matter if he thinks I’m a girl? After all, what are the chances I’ll ever meet him?
So as a hundred red flags flew up all around me, with a little help from the bottle of wine, I decided to lie—as in lie-my-ass-off. Clicking on my Facebook messenger, I typed the words that would seal my fate.
Ashley: You’re absolutely right. It’s not safe for girls to jog alone. Next time I’ll ask my friend to come along with me.
Imsebastiangray: Well that’s good to hear. Okay, Ashley, I have to sign off, but thank you again, and tomorrow I’ll find a few pics. When can I find you here on the Internet?
What? He wants to chat again… so soon? OMG. Pulling at my hair in extreme nervousness, I tried to force myself to calm down.
Ashley: I should be here around seven—my time. Oh, I’m in Georgia, so that’s Eastern Standard Time.
Imsebastiangray: Okay, Ashley, I’ll see you around seven tomorrow. And thanks again for everything. Good night.
As I watched Sebastian click to end our instant connection, I felt a sadness creep over me. Was it really him, or had I imagined the entire thing? Would he really show up again tomorrow? Would I ever get to speak to him again? My heart was flipping between incredible happiness and an emptiness that threatened to take over my soul. Get a damn grip, man. He said he would be back, and he will. But for now you have his official sites!
Realizing that I had left Patricia on hold forever, I clicked back in her box.
Ashley: Patricia…. OMG, you will never guess what happened!
Patricia: What, Ashley? Was it him? Was it Sebastian?
Ashley: YES, and you are now talking to the official person who runs his social media sites and meet the new me…. Ashley, the girl.
I went on to explain everything that had just taken place with Sebastian, and after being chastised by Patricia for lying, I got offline and put my drunk ass to bed. Tomorrow was a new day and one I hoped would lead to a wonderful online relationship with the man of my dreams.
Chapter 2
THE NEXT morning I could barely get myself out of
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