You and Me Could Write a Bad (Fake) Romance

Everybody loves a good love story. And everybody wants their own love story to to be as magical as only a movie would call for. We’ve been brought up to believe we will meet our soul mate and live happily ever after. We are brainwashed into unrealistic expectations and then we suffer the consequences when our lives don’t live up to the myth. Whether it's being best friends and falling in love, meeting on the train, or bumping into each other by complete accident in a park, everyone desperately wants fate to run it's course to find their one and only. Including me.

Almost about a year ago, I met this guy on the internet. I know, I know. You're probably laughing at me thinking that I'm a loser. No, I don't meet people from the internet very often. I actually don't meet people from the internet at all. Not once. Not ever. I'm not on JDate, Match or EHarmony. I make fun of my friends who are on it. (Not that there's anything wrong with that. I just get creeped out very easily). I met this guy on the internet simply from the good ol' blogosphere. And who knew that months later, we would still be good friends.


I've suddenly found myself glued to my computer, staying up until the wee hours of the night chatting with him. And I truly enjoyed every word that he had to say. He seemed so real. So genuine. So honest. And unlike any other guy I've known in a long time, he seemed... nice! We've never spoken on the phone, never talked face to face via Skype, and obviously, never met in person. I never really pushed the issue. Because maybe, I enjoyed daydreaming about my fairy tale romance that was purely in my head. And I truly believed that if we were meant to be, we would meet somewhere. Somewhere unexpected...

A couple of weeks ago my best friend and I were at a party when we spotted this guy who looked incredibly familiar. But since we live in Hollywood, we figured we've seen him in movies or on TV before, and thought that we would just google him when we got home. But the entire night, I was haunted. He seemed strangely familiar to me and I couldn't figure out why.

Later on that night, him and my best friend seemed to have hit it off and the very next day they were Facebook friends. When she looked through his photos, she started screaming. I mean, like, a horror movie scream. I went into her room to see what was the matter, and there it was... the evidence! We did indeed know this guy. Well, I knew him. I knew him very, very well. Not from a movie. Not from a television show. But I did recognize that photo. It was blogger guys photo!

Cue: creepy music.
Wait a minute. Hold on. Rewind!
Is this guy that my friend met actually blogger guy? Or has blogger guy stolen some stranger's pretty picture?

I felt sick, humored, humiliated. Who is blogger guy? Who have I been talking to almost every day for the past year!? That is the million dollar question that I've been asking myself over and over. "Who is this hottie leaving you comments and blowing up your Facebook wall?" Friends and family alike would ask. "Oh, he's just blogger guy" I would respond, almost ashamed of my self as to even having such a friendship.

So, back to the situation (no jersey shore pun intended) - my friend called the party guy up and explained everything. And I wasn't a bit surprised. No, this guy isn't a writer. Nor is he a blogger. Apparently blogger guy isn't really who he says he is and has stolen this stranger's photo to presume his identity as prince charming in disguise as a twenty year old blogger!

I don't know if I should be scared, upset or just simply amused. This is the reason why I'm a writer. In my wildest dreams, I wouldn't have even been able to come with an ending like this! People meet strangers on the internet all the time, why would something like this happen to me? What are the chances of this happening?

My friend is now very good friends with party guy so I know it's not some kind of evil joke/conspiracy theory. But I still don't know who blogger guy really is. And I may not ever know. So for now, I have to come to the conclusion that my fairy tale of the twenty first century didn't end happily ever after.

Le sigh.