He was the perfect guy online.
The average Joe in every discussion forum.
Every girl’s dream man. Mr. Popular, dishing
out the same script to every female online.
The coolest guy online. A face so handsome,
a body so perfect. A mismatch of Idris Elba
and Denzel Washington on a sunny afternoon.
Quoting poetry, sharing inspirational photo
memes and filling her page with love messages
and cute emoticons. Quick to defend her in
heated debates and arguments. Always
complimenting her and reassuring her of his
love and affection.
He became her number one.
Intoxicated by his love, constantly daydreaming
about him. The perfect sweet illusion at dawn.
Hooked on everything he did like a drug. Addicted
to him like a bad habit. Trusting and quick to
believe everything he said without questions.
She was joyfully insane, constantly drooling over him
each moment the light on her computer flickered and he
was online. He worked the Midas touch on the keyboard
from a distance; making her surrender completely to him.
Talking nights on phone; a voice so smooth and sultry,
she was drawn to his sweetness, insinuation of love,
and promise of forever.
Lost in the embrace of the perfect man, fronting chivalry
and constantly talking smooth and sweet, their first night
together was almost perfect. Somewhere in between
dinner and a few drinks, he became distant and his eyes
started wandering around. His words controversial, his truth
conflicting with the information he gave online.
The sweet man she knew became irritable in minutes and
started acting crazy. Perfection almost surreal, a night she
didn’t want to end started dragging as she wished to get
away from him. Moments after, she started feeling dizzy,
slurred speech and out of control. She is delirious for him
and battling memory problems.
He must have spiked her drink after dinner.
Waking up in a strange location with bruises all over her body,
her clothes ripped off and stained in blood. Excruciating pain
indicating rape. She is crying and confused about the events of
the previous night. Blaming herself for being so naïve and stupid.
Unanswered calls and text messages. Trying to connect with him
online, and he’s blocked her. No friends and family to help
because he didn’t introduce her to any of his friends and family.
No physical address or job to relate to because he used a
pseudonym (fake identity) online and he didn’t share his home
address, and he lied about everything in his life including
his job. Clutching on to embarrassment, a few weeks
pregnant now for an online illusion she still can’t fathom.
Questions she fails to answer; situations she blames herself for.
She didn’t tell her family about him, and quickly ignored the
constant warnings from friends about him, dismissed the
precautions she was advised to take for her protection.
A ghostly online love tale, a ghastly harsh reality.
He was the perfect illusion, her life lesson.