Flings, Fails, and Forties Tales

Am I going to let the paranoia ruin the fun?


23/04/2025

So far if I fancy anyone they turn out to be fake or catfishing or AI. Anything but a real human being who actually might like to meet me.

 

Every time I see someone I quite fancy (which admittedly isn’t that often) I am scouring the internet for the photo to discover their real identity. 

 

In fact, I am thinking of asking for a job on the dating site as I appear to have been doing the job of finding the fakes for them. I have managed to get 2 guys banned so far. I decided not to report the enigma as I simply don’t have enough facts to be sure.

 

So a new chap has entered my atmosphere, he’s cute, I’ve checked all his pics online and it's not bringing up anything weird. We passed a few comments but it was late at night so I missed his last one when he asked for my number.

 

I wasn’t going to start the conversation the next morning just giving it to him, anyway I felt a little more work and effort on his front is needed first. 

 

The next evening he says hello again and we chat for a bit when he asks again for my number. I am happy to supply it so we then talk on whatsapp. I ask for some new photos which he gives me, I of course instantly check them on the net, still nothing. 

 

The chat continues and gets friendly, then a little steamy. I’m getting hot and bothered, he is very nice to talk to. 

 

My boat is well and truly floating, no longer a wreck, I felt more like a streamline cruiser. Going full throttle. I was having fun!!!

We have a very late night but I am still paranoid. 

 

He sent me a video and he told me facts I checked out and they all added up but I’m struggling to let go of the paranoia. 

 

He implies we should do the same tomorrow which sounds good to me, but perhaps not so late. 

 

The next day I am buzzing, the paranoia won’t shift and I am still over analyzing, what if he is another catfish, what if he has no intentions of ever meeting me, the what ifs are endless. 

 

It is then and there that I decide it has to stop. 

 

I had fun!! I enjoyed myself. 

 

So instead of worrying about his intentions I am going to just worry about my own.

 

What do I want?

 

I want the fun to continue for as long as possible. 

 

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