It really all started quite by mistake. I had my social network account and was playing some silly game, but no one in my group of friends really played. It was a fun game and kept my mind off my awful marriage and was a good way to kill time. What’s a girl to do? I decided to create a new account with a whole new name and picture. She would be everything I wasn’t. A young, hot Italian girl who dressed in lingerie and who wasn’t afraid to post pictures of herself. She would be bisexual and proud of it. She worked in a lousy accounting office job for some creep who hit on her any chance he could get. She posted provocative statuses waiting to see if anyone would reply. And so my Alter Ego was created. With a girl dressed in lingerie posing provocatively eating a piece of cake, the friend requests were almost instantaneous. All I wanted were new friends to support me in the game, get ahead in it, but what I turned out getting was by far, more than I had ever anticipated.
As I continued playing the game, the friends kept piling on. Whenever I had a question about the game I would post it. I usually just got the answer to my questions but a few times I got insinuating replies that really were looking for more than just to answer my questions. He would ask questions in reply to my questions, often times things that had nothing to do with the game. Like, how could I manage to play the game with so few clothes on? Or, if I was really true that I was Italian because he couldn’t see my mustache. After a few of these posts I decided to send him a private message. I really think that I started the flirting and where it went from there was unbelievable.
I asked about him and what he did for a living, knowing perfectly well that he was a chef from his profile picture. I asked him for a few recipes and if he knew of any that would make a young girl squirm. He had plenty. The private messages went back and forth for a while and then went to full time chatting. Forget the game, all I wanted was to talk to him. He made me feel like I was in high school again, being shy, but not really. Saying outrageous things was easy; after all, it was really just my Alter Ego making things up as the chats progressed. My age, my job, my sexual orientation, my problems, my family ... everything was fake. Except for the way I felt when I talked with him. He made my heart race and my insides cringe. The one thing that he insisted on that in all things, we tell the TRUTH. That’s how he spelled it. This would be a fantasy chat game, but everything personal we talked about had to be true. He was tired of lies and really wanted to be truthful with someone for once in his life. Truth? Yeah right ... the more reckless my Alter Ego became the more exciting it was for me.
Being in a fruitless marriage made things all the more exciting. I would chat away with him as my husband sat on the couch and watched TV, or played cards with the guys. Any chance I had to be online and look for him I took. Every moment I had free in the day I was online waiting for him to show up and while I waited I wrote stories of my Alter Ego’s adventures; most of them were sexual adventures. When he would get online I would tell him about my day at “work” with my stupid boss or about the problems I was having with my live-in lesbian lover. He listened to every word offering advice on how to deal with my boss and my girlfriend. He asked about what I ate for dinner and always, the first thing he would ask, “What color?” For some reason the color of my panties was always on his mind.
He had his own set of problems that he felt he could lay on me too. He was a very new reformed alcoholic and was trying to quit smoking too. He had been in jail for running guns in Canada. He was a former tough guy for some gang. He had been in a motorcycle accident and had some teeth knocked out.
