My whirlwind, two-week, internet romance is over. We met on one of those nationwide sex hook-up sites (I know... I know... But there's not alot of options for me). I live in Western, North Carolina and he lives in a suburb of Orlando, Florida.
My gentleman pursued me aggressively (via phone and internet) at first, insisting that I change my Facebook status to: In A Relationship within days. I thought that was rather odd but I flattered by his insistence that I publicly become “his”. He begins to talk about my relocation to Florida in the near future.
If one can fall in love with someone you’ve never met in person, I’d say that I fell hard for him. He was just the type of guy I liked, masculine, down-to-earth and sweet (and we would have been extremely sexually-compatible if we’d ever met). My cousin emailed me, happily exclaiming over the fact that I'd bagged myself a "nice Catholic boy" once she'd read over his Facebook profile. We were making plans to meet up in Florence, South Carolina to spend several days together during the first week of February. I’d even purchased a Valentine card and gift for him. Guess who’ll be eating a big box of Godiva now ?
The phone calls started petering out and the text messages went from:
Thinking about you
In a meeting
When we do talk on the phone, he seems very distracted and plays video games during our conversation, answering me in a flat monotone. I can also hear his Adam4Adam instant messaging going off frequently in the background.
If I send him an instant message online through Facebook or one of the other sites we belong to, it goes unanswered though it’s obvious that he’s online at the same time I am. When I question him about it, he tells me that he went to bed and forgot to sign-off. I buy that excuse once but it happens over and over.
He didn’t call me for two days, though I saw him online constantly. I sent him a message on Facebook saying that it was over, changed my status back to:
Somehow I don’t think there were any tears on his pillow last night.
I wonder when my turn will come. You know, to get it right. To get that perfect balance of a man that’s just as crazy about me as I am of him. This one-sided shit is for the birds. I’m feeling sorry for myself, true.
See, I told you it was all sorted…