locksmithers
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INTRO:
So I'm new to this city and don't know anyone. My loneliness led me to discover Manhunt. I've met a lot of guys over the past few months and only stayed friends with 1 or 2.
EXPOSITION:
Gradually, I've lost interest in Manhunt. My daily routine would consist of logging in, checking who's online, seeing the same familiar faces, and logging right back out. One of the regular faces on there is aliased Sashasomething. He often views my profile and in return, I his. No communication exchanged. You know how it is: It's one of those things that happen when you just surf absentmindedly on a boring night without anything to do, clicking away different profiles until your trial for the day expires.
Anyway, so I attended the midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2. The movie was exciting, emotional, exhilarating. It was all fun. We decided to stay for the credits and absorbed everything as everyone else files away towards the exit. We headed out at around 3 am in the wee hours of the morning. Upon exiting the theatre, I saw that the lobby was fairly empty, save for the couple of groups of tween-agers in costumes huddled to discuss the movie.
I was in a Potter high so I could barely see what was going on around me. We crossed the street to where our car was parked. For some reason, I decided to turn back to see the throngs of crowd still in the theatre vicinities amidst crossing the street. About 20 feet away from me, I saw Sashaasomething from Manhunt. I've seen his pictures enough times to know that it is him. Pretty surreal to see someone from the cyberworld to come alive, right? Well, that's not the most interesting part.
So hurriedly I logged on and messaged him. I was ecstatic that he was a homo and a huge enough Potter fan to attend the midnight screening. He responded back. We exchanged a few messages and all was well. He then gave his number so I started texting him.
We got to know each other. He mentioned having a big family and how he grew up with his step-sisters. I didn't think much of this. It was just one of those random facts that people tell about themselves, ya know? Anyway, he decided to state his full name. Instantaneously, like any person would (and I suspect that it was his ulterior motive all-along), I looked him up on Facebook.
BAM! Who was our mutual friend? My aunt and uncle! (They have a joint account.) Giddy about this, I texted him in caps about this. And he said that **MY UNCLE** (the one who let us stay in his house for a few months before we moved to a different apartment) is related to him! My uncle's niece is one of his step-sisters! I know that sounds confusing but the point is, we're related!
He texted me asking "So you're uncle Joseph's nephew? WOW!!!"
Imagine that! If I didn't turn around while crossing the street, if we had decided to not stay during the credits, if we had done something differently--even a little tiny step, I wouldn't have met him!
Fate. What a funny thing.
CLIMAX:
I was hesitant to meet up with him right away because based on my track record, I don't do well with spontaneous meet-ups. So I built a relationship with him for 2 months over text. We talked every single day about everything. I kept my guard up because he told me things that turned me off, such as separating himself from a guy after a meetup if he doesn't dig his looks or if he's bad in bed. I found that superficial, but whatever.
Needless to say, not knowing anyone here, I grew attached to him. Think of the love a person can give as a pie: Since I have no one else around me, I gave my entire pie to him.
Anyways, fast forward, two months later, we finally met up. We cooked pizza and nachos together while watching a movie. Several funny things happened though: I kept making conversation but he just kept saying, "Uh-huh, mmhmm". Even if we agreed to cuddle, right after the movie, he just said, "Are you bussing it home?" which is a signal for me to get the fuck out of there.
THE NEXT DAY:
The next day, I noticed he didn't initiate texting when he usually does. Today, I just caved in and asked him, "Let's go shopping!!!" in a playful tone. He said he had plans. I texted him again saying I'm anxious for school tomorrow, but I got no more replies, which is unusual since we usually bounce off of each other.
I logged on to my fake hot guy profile on Manhunt named Carter. I talked to him. I asked him who his last date was. He told Carter that it was me. I (logged on as "Carter") asked him how it was. He told me I was---(wait for it) "kinda ugly... awkward... super weird... brains were his only asset."

How can people be like this? I know the easy thing to say is to "move on" but it's not easy. It hurts. I wasn't looking for anything sexual or serious. I was merely looking for an immediate friend. We had a lot in common. I made him "giggle everyday" through texts. WHY?!
So I'm new to this city and don't know anyone. My loneliness led me to discover Manhunt. I've met a lot of guys over the past few months and only stayed friends with 1 or 2.
EXPOSITION:
Gradually, I've lost interest in Manhunt. My daily routine would consist of logging in, checking who's online, seeing the same familiar faces, and logging right back out. One of the regular faces on there is aliased Sashasomething. He often views my profile and in return, I his. No communication exchanged. You know how it is: It's one of those things that happen when you just surf absentmindedly on a boring night without anything to do, clicking away different profiles until your trial for the day expires.
Anyway, so I attended the midnight showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2. The movie was exciting, emotional, exhilarating. It was all fun. We decided to stay for the credits and absorbed everything as everyone else files away towards the exit. We headed out at around 3 am in the wee hours of the morning. Upon exiting the theatre, I saw that the lobby was fairly empty, save for the couple of groups of tween-agers in costumes huddled to discuss the movie.
I was in a Potter high so I could barely see what was going on around me. We crossed the street to where our car was parked. For some reason, I decided to turn back to see the throngs of crowd still in the theatre vicinities amidst crossing the street. About 20 feet away from me, I saw Sashaasomething from Manhunt. I've seen his pictures enough times to know that it is him. Pretty surreal to see someone from the cyberworld to come alive, right? Well, that's not the most interesting part.
So hurriedly I logged on and messaged him. I was ecstatic that he was a homo and a huge enough Potter fan to attend the midnight screening. He responded back. We exchanged a few messages and all was well. He then gave his number so I started texting him.
We got to know each other. He mentioned having a big family and how he grew up with his step-sisters. I didn't think much of this. It was just one of those random facts that people tell about themselves, ya know? Anyway, he decided to state his full name. Instantaneously, like any person would (and I suspect that it was his ulterior motive all-along), I looked him up on Facebook.
BAM! Who was our mutual friend? My aunt and uncle! (They have a joint account.) Giddy about this, I texted him in caps about this. And he said that **MY UNCLE** (the one who let us stay in his house for a few months before we moved to a different apartment) is related to him! My uncle's niece is one of his step-sisters! I know that sounds confusing but the point is, we're related!
He texted me asking "So you're uncle Joseph's nephew? WOW!!!"
Imagine that! If I didn't turn around while crossing the street, if we had decided to not stay during the credits, if we had done something differently--even a little tiny step, I wouldn't have met him!
Fate. What a funny thing.
CLIMAX:
I was hesitant to meet up with him right away because based on my track record, I don't do well with spontaneous meet-ups. So I built a relationship with him for 2 months over text. We talked every single day about everything. I kept my guard up because he told me things that turned me off, such as separating himself from a guy after a meetup if he doesn't dig his looks or if he's bad in bed. I found that superficial, but whatever.
Needless to say, not knowing anyone here, I grew attached to him. Think of the love a person can give as a pie: Since I have no one else around me, I gave my entire pie to him.
Anyways, fast forward, two months later, we finally met up. We cooked pizza and nachos together while watching a movie. Several funny things happened though: I kept making conversation but he just kept saying, "Uh-huh, mmhmm". Even if we agreed to cuddle, right after the movie, he just said, "Are you bussing it home?" which is a signal for me to get the fuck out of there.
THE NEXT DAY:
The next day, I noticed he didn't initiate texting when he usually does. Today, I just caved in and asked him, "Let's go shopping!!!" in a playful tone. He said he had plans. I texted him again saying I'm anxious for school tomorrow, but I got no more replies, which is unusual since we usually bounce off of each other.
I logged on to my fake hot guy profile on Manhunt named Carter. I talked to him. I asked him who his last date was. He told Carter that it was me. I (logged on as "Carter") asked him how it was. He told me I was---(wait for it) "kinda ugly... awkward... super weird... brains were his only asset."
How can people be like this? I know the easy thing to say is to "move on" but it's not easy. It hurts. I wasn't looking for anything sexual or serious. I was merely looking for an immediate friend. We had a lot in common. I made him "giggle everyday" through texts. WHY?!


