A catfish story

What would you do if you're being catfished? See what happens if it did.

                I always thought I wouldn’t be such girl who would fall for the lies of men. I always was careful. I never trusted the internet, at least not the relationships formed through it. But there was one part of me wanting to find love. Men never noticed me, never bothered to even look at me.

                I wanted to have a chance, a chance for love, a change to be happy. Even if it meant defying my beliefs, defying things I vouched I wouldn’t do.

                So I made an account on VirDating, the dating site to be, picking a cute picture of me standing with my white Main Coon cat. I thought I looked beautiful with my black top and knee high skirt. My brown hair fell loosely on my shoulder, hugging my favorite glass diamond necklace.

                I didn’t took long for men to message me, asking how I was, asking more details than just my hobbies and my job description stated on my profile. They seems genuinely interested in me. In me!

                I was so happy, that I started to talk to three of the interested men. Dean, Thom and Jack. Dean the lumberman, Doctor Thom and veterinarian Jack. Dean was an everyday man, black hair, dark eyes and arms with muscles that you just want to run into, being held in those arms.  

Doctor Thom was as you would expect, not handsome as Grey’s Atomy would predict, but not as ugly to not drool. That leaves Jack. I don’t know what drew me to him, but something clicked. His blond hair, blue eyes and just a feeling of he would take care of you.

 Soon, Dean stopped chatting, so I moved on. Some people just don’t click. Then after two weeks, Thom also stopped, leaving just Jack.

                After chatting for so long, I asked him why he picked me. He answered: “I liked your cat. He looked healthy, you can judge a person on how she takes care of her pets.”

                After a month or so, we began talking about meeting in person. We lived in the same city so meeting up wasn’t a problem. But I only knew him from one picture, so we started exchanging more. Me, with my cat, my dinner, sometimes me at my work. He, with some of the animals he treated, from the animal shelter. Who wouldn’t a man like that? I did! He was too good to be true.

                Maybe he was. I started doubting myself. Was he real? Didn’t I imagine the affection I felt for him? We only met online, only talked through a screen. I made myself a rule: I wouldn’t let myself feel more until saw him person.

                My friends asked why I suddenly was gloomy, I spoke my doubts. They advised me to make him meet me soon rather than later. That night we set a date.

                I just had to wait for the third of June at 2 o’clock, it was a hot day so I wore a flower dress as I sent a picture for him to recognize me. He said he would be there in half an hour so I waited at the Starbucks across the park. Each time the door opened my head would turn to the door, followed by being disappointed because he wasn’t the one entering. After four hours I gave up. I didn’t even dared to go the bathroom, afraid I would miss him. Even though I, at least, drank two liters of café latte. I sighed and left, disappointed that I let myself be vulnerable.

                Ten minutes after I left, I received a text: “Sorry, I had an emergency at the clinic. Dog had car accident. Rain check?” That was all? I was mad, maybe pissed. I didn’t answer back.

                The day after, I sent a text saying I understood him, but scolded him a bit because he could sent a message earlier. We set up a new date: ninth of June, same place, same time.

                That day, he also didn’t show. I even felt more stupid. Stupid to believe him, stupid I wasted time. I scolded myself for it, repeatedly.

                My friends tried to cheer me up, took me out, forgetting everything that happened to me. I cursed at the internet, cursed at the site. I think I had a broken heart, I never knew how it felt since I never had a relationship. I went out because of work, because of groceries. I never forgot the day when I saw him.

                I was at the store, buying cat food. “Anna?”

                I spun my head to the voice. He was a tall man, black hair blue eyes. It was Dean the lumberman.

                “Dean?” I said with a wavering voice.

                “Actually, it’s Jack. The vet.” He said as his head scratched his head, making his hair a mess.

                “Excuse me?” I said with a pitched voice. I looked around to see if I wasn’t being punked or something. This was joke right?

                “It’s the truth. I’m sorry. Can we talk somewhere else?”

                “Sure” I said stupidly. I followed him to the Star Buck across the store, he explained everything. He explained it was a way to meet people, nobody liked a lumberman, a doctor was way more attractive. He actually showed up both times, both times he wanted to confess, both time he wanted to tell he loved me. I was angry at him. He lied to me, I was hurt.

                He begged for a second chance. I said I wouldn’t. After two days, I took the leap. Even though I would get hurt again, something still attracted me to him, like the first time I saw his picture.

                “And after fifty years, your grandpa and grandma are still in love. If I didn’t gave him a second chance, because he did come clean, I wouldn’t know happiness, love or you, my sweet angels.” I said as I embraced my angels of grandchildren.

Reviews

[Matthew-Ryan Willams]

Its good. It rushes a bit and you need to work on your grammar a bit but it paints a clear enough picture to follow it and as one that found my wife in a similar way I find it really relatable and cute. But work on your descriptions too and for future references be vague when talking about branded merchandise or media