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This, dear readers, is because a conversation I had last night, in which the phrase 'You can't' was used with respect to me. Call me immature, but most of the times, this makes me want to prove that I can.
Well, here's my account of how Ashley and I became us. I guess I should start with my view of how we met. This actually starts two summers ago, when Calin and I ended our relationship. In our last morning together, before I had to go to work, we said we'd try a long distance relationship. It failed, because non of us were really in love with the other. He found someone on OkCupid and, knowing my opinion of such websites, decided to lie and tell me that he had met her at his job back home. The name was not exactly common, but I had had a classmate with that name, so no problem; it sounded Romanian enough.
Mid October, Calin told me the truth, that she's a Polish girl whom he had never met in real life. He then convinced me to create an account on this website, which I did. I wasn't completely honest on it, but enough so that I could act like that all the time. Then, a few days later, on the 6th or 7th of November, Raluca and I started talking about how she'd be able to make her boyfriend fall in love with her very easily, since she knew what he wanted. I should further explain this idea. If she were to pretend to be a new person and talk with him online, she could easily pretend to be exactly what he wanted. And I could do the same with Calin.
For fun and to show him how unreliable online dating can be, I created Delia Benza: a new account on OkCuid, with a new yahoo address. She was exactly what Calin wanted: into literature, Maths being a foreign incomprehensible language for him. I spent a whole afternoon writing her profile, searching for photos, searching for names of schools, streets and so on. Basically creating a new person. And then in the evening, I accessed him. It worked better that I had ever hoped, since my timing was perfect: the girl he had previously met had told him she didn't want a long distance relationship.
This led to two things: after telling him the truth about Delia, Calin and I gave it another try for a two weeks, which apparently made that girl slightly jealous, so she got back together with him. The second thing was that on the 7th of November, the day Delia was 'born', she got 3 'Quiver Matches' - three guys in the network that might have been right for her. I looked at them and one did catch my attention: dark long hair and a hypnotising smile. So I viewed his profile: he was a programmer from the UK. My thoughts at that moment were along the line of 'Damn! This lit. girl gets a programmer from the UK, and I get some random weirdos?!' So I wrote to him, from my profile on that very same day. Just to make it even more obvious, that person was Ashley.
This is how we got talking. He told me that his wife had come back. My thoughts were between 'Just my luck!' and 'Yay! for them'. Mostly the second part for two reasons: if I know a guy is seeing someone, I don't normally get a crush, or even if I do, I never act on it. Call it female solidarity, but I'd probably dream of torturing any girl that would make a move on my partner. The second reason was my total lack of faith in such methods for meeting people. Sure, meet some people, maybe flirt a bit online and then just move on and forget you ever met them. That was my MO in chat rooms, when I got so bored that I would enter one.
And I did do this. I had been talking with Ashley on a different yahoo ID, under the alias of Jennifer Brandt, because I didn't want the people that knew me (especially my father) to be able to track me down on such a website. Around Christmas I went home and, as I normally do there, I was barely online on my usual ID, and I think I never used the other one. Nor did I use OkC. I did think about talking with Ashley once or twice, and decided to act upon it, but never got around to it.
So 5 weeks passed. I returned to Jacobs and went on OkC, only to find that he sent me a message asking me where I was. From now on things more or less fall into place. I started talking with him frequently, I told him my real name and why I didn't say it from the beginning. And I started having feelings for him. They began very shallow: I liked the way he looked, I loved that he was a programmer. I read some entries on his LJ and after the first 'wtf' reaction, I asked him about that and heard the story. Then, I don't really remember how, but we got talking about visiting. I remember telling him to stop inviting me, or I might actually take him up on that. He's reply was: *is trying to convince you*.
So, without telling anyone (I know how "thrilled" Raluca would be of that idea) I booked the flight for the 12th of February. I told her afterward and she didn't believe me, until I showed her the print screen of the confirmation (I do that ever since I misspelled my email address once for going home, and I didn't know the confirmation number). I remember sitting on my couch, in almost darkness, listening to Rammstein - Amour (the most romantic song I know) looking at a poster of Edward from Twilight, with Raluca. Gradually, I stopped looking at the poster and just closing my eyes and thinking of a man I had never met in real life. My feelings went from the idea of making out to my caressing him. He seemed very sad and I wanted to make him happy again. To make him have that smile that had charmed me.
And this is the story of how Ashley and I met. I am not the one to believe in stuff like faith, but the way we met... There simply are too many coincidences. For example, since that day, Delia got mostly Romanian quiver matches.
Well, here's my account of how Ashley and I became us. I guess I should start with my view of how we met. This actually starts two summers ago, when Calin and I ended our relationship. In our last morning together, before I had to go to work, we said we'd try a long distance relationship. It failed, because non of us were really in love with the other. He found someone on OkCupid and, knowing my opinion of such websites, decided to lie and tell me that he had met her at his job back home. The name was not exactly common, but I had had a classmate with that name, so no problem; it sounded Romanian enough.
Mid October, Calin told me the truth, that she's a Polish girl whom he had never met in real life. He then convinced me to create an account on this website, which I did. I wasn't completely honest on it, but enough so that I could act like that all the time. Then, a few days later, on the 6th or 7th of November, Raluca and I started talking about how she'd be able to make her boyfriend fall in love with her very easily, since she knew what he wanted. I should further explain this idea. If she were to pretend to be a new person and talk with him online, she could easily pretend to be exactly what he wanted. And I could do the same with Calin.
For fun and to show him how unreliable online dating can be, I created Delia Benza: a new account on OkCuid, with a new yahoo address. She was exactly what Calin wanted: into literature, Maths being a foreign incomprehensible language for him. I spent a whole afternoon writing her profile, searching for photos, searching for names of schools, streets and so on. Basically creating a new person. And then in the evening, I accessed him. It worked better that I had ever hoped, since my timing was perfect: the girl he had previously met had told him she didn't want a long distance relationship.
This led to two things: after telling him the truth about Delia, Calin and I gave it another try for a two weeks, which apparently made that girl slightly jealous, so she got back together with him. The second thing was that on the 7th of November, the day Delia was 'born', she got 3 'Quiver Matches' - three guys in the network that might have been right for her. I looked at them and one did catch my attention: dark long hair and a hypnotising smile. So I viewed his profile: he was a programmer from the UK. My thoughts at that moment were along the line of 'Damn! This lit. girl gets a programmer from the UK, and I get some random weirdos?!' So I wrote to him, from my profile on that very same day. Just to make it even more obvious, that person was Ashley.
This is how we got talking. He told me that his wife had come back. My thoughts were between 'Just my luck!' and 'Yay! for them'. Mostly the second part for two reasons: if I know a guy is seeing someone, I don't normally get a crush, or even if I do, I never act on it. Call it female solidarity, but I'd probably dream of torturing any girl that would make a move on my partner. The second reason was my total lack of faith in such methods for meeting people. Sure, meet some people, maybe flirt a bit online and then just move on and forget you ever met them. That was my MO in chat rooms, when I got so bored that I would enter one.
And I did do this. I had been talking with Ashley on a different yahoo ID, under the alias of Jennifer Brandt, because I didn't want the people that knew me (especially my father) to be able to track me down on such a website. Around Christmas I went home and, as I normally do there, I was barely online on my usual ID, and I think I never used the other one. Nor did I use OkC. I did think about talking with Ashley once or twice, and decided to act upon it, but never got around to it.
So 5 weeks passed. I returned to Jacobs and went on OkC, only to find that he sent me a message asking me where I was. From now on things more or less fall into place. I started talking with him frequently, I told him my real name and why I didn't say it from the beginning. And I started having feelings for him. They began very shallow: I liked the way he looked, I loved that he was a programmer. I read some entries on his LJ and after the first 'wtf' reaction, I asked him about that and heard the story. Then, I don't really remember how, but we got talking about visiting. I remember telling him to stop inviting me, or I might actually take him up on that. He's reply was: *is trying to convince you*.
So, without telling anyone (I know how "thrilled" Raluca would be of that idea) I booked the flight for the 12th of February. I told her afterward and she didn't believe me, until I showed her the print screen of the confirmation (I do that ever since I misspelled my email address once for going home, and I didn't know the confirmation number). I remember sitting on my couch, in almost darkness, listening to Rammstein - Amour (the most romantic song I know) looking at a poster of Edward from Twilight, with Raluca. Gradually, I stopped looking at the poster and just closing my eyes and thinking of a man I had never met in real life. My feelings went from the idea of making out to my caressing him. He seemed very sad and I wanted to make him happy again. To make him have that smile that had charmed me.
And this is the story of how Ashley and I met. I am not the one to believe in stuff like faith, but the way we met... There simply are too many coincidences. For example, since that day, Delia got mostly Romanian quiver matches.