thuperdupe
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So, this is still kind of a sore subject for me, so please nobody be nasty. Also, I apologize in advanced for how long this is. I guess I just need to get it out there.
I got catfished. Like really, really, really, really hard. I really surprised myself because I don't let my guard down easily and I certainly have never been one to buy anything anyone says online (Face it. Everything is a lie. You have a 13" dick? Oh that's nice. What's that? Your skype is broken, but you swear that picture of Zeb Atlas is you? Great, I'm suuuuure).
But I started talking to this guy online. I met him on a stupid gay chat room that's pretty much strictly for getting off through cyber sex or phone sex, but occasionally you'll bump into a decent conversation. Such was the case with this guy. His name was Conrad and he was an Irishman living in London. We hit it off right away. We shared all the same interests and had the exact sense of humor. Bonus that we were also each other's physical ideal and totally attracted to each other in every shape and form.
Right from the start I knew it was too good to be true. Like I said, the site we met on is full of people cybersexing so pretty much every profile is a made up character that someone wants to pretend to be while sexting. But for some stupid reason, I kept chatting to this guy.
The telltale signs were there, but damn his story was good. You see, he was staying in London because his younger brother was in the hospital with a deadly infection that was starting to spread. So even though he had a crappy computer with a broken webcam and he broke his phone and ordered a new one but it was being sent to his house in Ireland, it's not like I could call him out on it and say "go get a new webcam. They're super cheap." because he would cut it off at the pass with "It was a really hard day at the hospital today. Danny's getting much worse..."
I even told him several times, "until I see you, I don't actually believe you exist." He said he understood and promised he would do everything he could to make things right because I "deserve" that. I did my best to try and research and call him out on his lie, but the extensive collection of photos of this same guy, no matter how handsome, was completely untraceable and nowhere else on the web.
Anyway, it's so frustrating to even type, because no matter how much I knew it was fake and that he wasn't real, there was this tiny little part of me that thought "What if he is real?" And no matter how small that little part of me was, it was the part of me that really started to fall in love with this guy. I'm serious. We talked on the phone every single day. He "walked me home" from work at night and was the first person I'd talk to when I was lazily waking up in the morning. And, stupidly, it was actually the first time in my life that I ever actually felt that emotionally attached to anyone.
Finally I told him enough was enough and that he needed to prove himself or just admit that he was lying. I gave him so many grace periods of easy-outs to just tell me the truth and release me from this torment. He said he would get a webcam the next day... Well, the next day his brother has gotten worse and they are airlifting him back to a hospital in Ireland so his parents can take better care of him, so I would once again just have to be a little bit more patient. Well he gets home late that night and I'm like "Great, you can set up your new phone that you had ordered to your house now that you're home," and of course before I can even mention it one of the first things he says to me is that the cleaners have moved all his mail and he has no idea where they put it. Of course. I'm not very pleased and I respond rather tersely and he say goodnight because he's "so exhausted from travelling."
And then... Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He vanished off the face of the Earth. I thought I'd give him a week before trying to get in touch with him. I tried. Nothing. I tried again a week later. Nothing. Finally, I wrote him a massive long message as a final goodbye because I needed some sort of closure for myself. Still nothing. It honestly broke my heart. We talked for nearly every single day for more than three months and then he just disappeared without a word.
As much as I told myself the final goodbye message was closure, it wasn't. I still thought about him endlessly. So I got desperate. I went on to that chat we met with the name "GotCatfished" and bio read something along the lines of, "I think I got catfished by an Irish guy named Conrad. I'm looking for anyone else that might have talked to him too." I got a lot of hateful messages like "u fucking kidding me? ur crying cuz u got catfished on a site like this? grow up" but finally someone emerged. Another guy who had been talking to Conrad. THE Conrad. The one in the same.
It turns out he was spilling this romantic babble to him too. Almost word for word. He even copied and pasted a poem that he wrote for me to him (or maybe to me, I'm not sure who he wrote it for first). And the worst part was... this guy was still talking to Conrad! A part of me, not trusting anyone now, suspected that this new guy was Conrad in disguise, but after talking to him and even camming with him, I knew it wasn't. So I convinced this guy to talk to Conrad about me and ask him some questions. He did.
The guy asked him, "So I was talking to this guy online who says he knows you. His name is Shane. Do you know him?" He went completely silent. "Conrad. Shane told me everything. Listen, I've known you weren't real all this time, but this Shane kid is pretty upset that you hurt him. Do you have anything to say?"
After a long silence Conrad simply said, "Shane is a really special boy. He is so kindhearted and loving. And he's the most creative person you'll ever meet... I... I didn't mean to hurt him... I didn't think it would get this out of hand..."
The other "mistress" asked Conrad if he would please contact me and talk to me because I was still really upset and it was the least he could do for me. He never did. I also never really got in touch with the "mistress" again either. I felt so shitty I just wanted it all to be over.
And now it's six months later. Yup. SIX whole months. I'm mostly over it, but occasionally a song will come on or I'll see something in a film that reminds me of him. I can't walk home from work ever without thinking about him. Every place along the way reminds me of a conversation we had. How can it be six months later and I'm still not over this lying bastard?
I'm not really entirely sure why I'm making this post. Maybe I just need some clarity and someone to pat my back and tell me "it'll be all right" or "fuck that guy." Maybe it's a warning tale to other people who are possibly getting catfished: if it seems too good to be true, it is.
I got catfished. Like really, really, really, really hard. I really surprised myself because I don't let my guard down easily and I certainly have never been one to buy anything anyone says online (Face it. Everything is a lie. You have a 13" dick? Oh that's nice. What's that? Your skype is broken, but you swear that picture of Zeb Atlas is you? Great, I'm suuuuure).
But I started talking to this guy online. I met him on a stupid gay chat room that's pretty much strictly for getting off through cyber sex or phone sex, but occasionally you'll bump into a decent conversation. Such was the case with this guy. His name was Conrad and he was an Irishman living in London. We hit it off right away. We shared all the same interests and had the exact sense of humor. Bonus that we were also each other's physical ideal and totally attracted to each other in every shape and form.
Right from the start I knew it was too good to be true. Like I said, the site we met on is full of people cybersexing so pretty much every profile is a made up character that someone wants to pretend to be while sexting. But for some stupid reason, I kept chatting to this guy.
The telltale signs were there, but damn his story was good. You see, he was staying in London because his younger brother was in the hospital with a deadly infection that was starting to spread. So even though he had a crappy computer with a broken webcam and he broke his phone and ordered a new one but it was being sent to his house in Ireland, it's not like I could call him out on it and say "go get a new webcam. They're super cheap." because he would cut it off at the pass with "It was a really hard day at the hospital today. Danny's getting much worse..."
I even told him several times, "until I see you, I don't actually believe you exist." He said he understood and promised he would do everything he could to make things right because I "deserve" that. I did my best to try and research and call him out on his lie, but the extensive collection of photos of this same guy, no matter how handsome, was completely untraceable and nowhere else on the web.
Anyway, it's so frustrating to even type, because no matter how much I knew it was fake and that he wasn't real, there was this tiny little part of me that thought "What if he is real?" And no matter how small that little part of me was, it was the part of me that really started to fall in love with this guy. I'm serious. We talked on the phone every single day. He "walked me home" from work at night and was the first person I'd talk to when I was lazily waking up in the morning. And, stupidly, it was actually the first time in my life that I ever actually felt that emotionally attached to anyone.
Finally I told him enough was enough and that he needed to prove himself or just admit that he was lying. I gave him so many grace periods of easy-outs to just tell me the truth and release me from this torment. He said he would get a webcam the next day... Well, the next day his brother has gotten worse and they are airlifting him back to a hospital in Ireland so his parents can take better care of him, so I would once again just have to be a little bit more patient. Well he gets home late that night and I'm like "Great, you can set up your new phone that you had ordered to your house now that you're home," and of course before I can even mention it one of the first things he says to me is that the cleaners have moved all his mail and he has no idea where they put it. Of course. I'm not very pleased and I respond rather tersely and he say goodnight because he's "so exhausted from travelling."
And then... Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He vanished off the face of the Earth. I thought I'd give him a week before trying to get in touch with him. I tried. Nothing. I tried again a week later. Nothing. Finally, I wrote him a massive long message as a final goodbye because I needed some sort of closure for myself. Still nothing. It honestly broke my heart. We talked for nearly every single day for more than three months and then he just disappeared without a word.
As much as I told myself the final goodbye message was closure, it wasn't. I still thought about him endlessly. So I got desperate. I went on to that chat we met with the name "GotCatfished" and bio read something along the lines of, "I think I got catfished by an Irish guy named Conrad. I'm looking for anyone else that might have talked to him too." I got a lot of hateful messages like "u fucking kidding me? ur crying cuz u got catfished on a site like this? grow up" but finally someone emerged. Another guy who had been talking to Conrad. THE Conrad. The one in the same.
It turns out he was spilling this romantic babble to him too. Almost word for word. He even copied and pasted a poem that he wrote for me to him (or maybe to me, I'm not sure who he wrote it for first). And the worst part was... this guy was still talking to Conrad! A part of me, not trusting anyone now, suspected that this new guy was Conrad in disguise, but after talking to him and even camming with him, I knew it wasn't. So I convinced this guy to talk to Conrad about me and ask him some questions. He did.
The guy asked him, "So I was talking to this guy online who says he knows you. His name is Shane. Do you know him?" He went completely silent. "Conrad. Shane told me everything. Listen, I've known you weren't real all this time, but this Shane kid is pretty upset that you hurt him. Do you have anything to say?"
After a long silence Conrad simply said, "Shane is a really special boy. He is so kindhearted and loving. And he's the most creative person you'll ever meet... I... I didn't mean to hurt him... I didn't think it would get this out of hand..."
The other "mistress" asked Conrad if he would please contact me and talk to me because I was still really upset and it was the least he could do for me. He never did. I also never really got in touch with the "mistress" again either. I felt so shitty I just wanted it all to be over.
And now it's six months later. Yup. SIX whole months. I'm mostly over it, but occasionally a song will come on or I'll see something in a film that reminds me of him. I can't walk home from work ever without thinking about him. Every place along the way reminds me of a conversation we had. How can it be six months later and I'm still not over this lying bastard?
I'm not really entirely sure why I'm making this post. Maybe I just need some clarity and someone to pat my back and tell me "it'll be all right" or "fuck that guy." Maybe it's a warning tale to other people who are possibly getting catfished: if it seems too good to be true, it is.
