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To start with, I basically connected with a lot of people, from
different genders to different nationalities. Until I connected with a guy
named Gelo (most probably not his real name). Technically, he wasn’t my first
match there, but he was the first one I talked to longer than a minute and
exchanged numbers with.
I don’t remember much about him but I think he was a 6-footer
whose job had something to do with aeronautics and someone looking for a cute girl
to “hang out” with (he probably implied himself to be handsome on this one with
the way he described himself to have braces and fair complexion).
Anyway, it was summer, my friends and I were at the attic at the time (char, yes, we have an attic in our small home and now it’s just for storage) where we used to have our sleepovers with. To cut it short, we explored Omegle in broad daylight out of boredom and connected with Gelo. We actually took turns replying to him. He spoke Tagalog and English so we had to work our brains out on how to reply, trying to be witty until he asked for a number, my number technically.
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I didn’t know what came into my mind but I blurted I was gonna
refer him to a “friend” (I lied of course even if someone came to mind). But he
wanted to take a chance with me rather (char long hair). I still ended up giving
him my number, as we still took turns texting him.
He wanted to have coffee with me and all that jazz. I knew
then that wasn’t what he was after, I don’t remember it correctly but I think
he mentioned something about looking for someone to make out with. I really didn’t
know that much about online hookups and all but it was really weird and I felt
so innocent just talking to some anonymous guy online. My friends pushed
me to meet him. I was close to giving in lol.
The next day, I texted him and lied again that my “friend”
wasn’t interested. And so, he told me he wanted to take me out for coffee. Oh,
what flattery. But I was reminded of his preferences and that he liked pretty
girls. I knew by then that he was the type of guy who was after physical
attraction, thus the make out part. Although I was pretty sure I wasn’t the
level of pretty he was going after, but I didn’t wanna go out either. It wasn’t
worth the travel since his current workplace at that time wasn’t that accessible
by commute, I didn’t wanna waste money either, and I was too damn scared I
might get lost going there, worse: kidnapped.
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I felt the flatter to be honest hahaha but that’s all there
was to it. I don’t have his number anymore but I know that meet-up wasn’t meant
to be, as it is with my other encounters.
Thank you for reading up to this part, this episode took
long enough to be written and I hope you look forward with me to the next one.
Writer,
Thin Girl
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