An internet relationship based on lies- this is ground breaking stuff, I know.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Now It's Getting Personal - February 7th

When I received another message from the same person talking about things I have no clue about, I began to take notice of certain details. For one, the email address it was addressed to wasn't even mine. It was similar but had numbers at the end. I consider Gmail on their game, but for some reason they are sending this person's emails to my account. After this email, I decided to do a spam checker by replying to it. See below:

From xxxxx to me:

Hi there
Hope you slept well and are rested for your early meeting?
I am still unsure about this, I am trusting you with alot. I do not trust to many people especially with my money, I work very hard to make sure I have what my son needs. I guess I need your reassurance that you will not hurt me in anyway and I trust you will make the promise you made to me good!?
I understand you have feelings for me and that you say I have your heart.
I am affraid to get close to anyone and Im sure you have figured that out by now... And that Mark is my most precious thing as Im sure your son is yours. So, you know how difficult something like this is for me.
I hope we continue on our path of reaching each other. I still look forward to visiting you in florida and spending time together.
Have a great day, stay warm.
Always xxxxx


From me to xxxxx:

i waited for you and you never showed. i wore the yellow hat as promised. what happened?


From xxxxx to me 3 minutes later!!

What are you taking about?


Okay, so now we are dealing with an actual human being that isn't searching for random email addresses and hitting send all. This is interesting. So I kick it up:


From me to xxxxx:

You told me to wait by the hot dog stand on 45th and 7th ave wearing a yellow hat to match the mustard you like on your hotdog. I had to go out and buy a yellow hat, since it was pretty much the only color hat I don't own. An hour of freezing and an hour of sitting at the bar at Red Lobster across the street, waiting.

I don't enjoy power games and I hope we can work this out.


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