to see what loving words he had to say now.
Sabrina laughed her ass off as I typed my password in at record speed: 5683 ( love ).
“Look at you! Are you kidding me?!”
I hissed at Sabrina’s teasing as my once stilled heart now skipped a beat when I saw his gorgeous face in the Facebook Messenger bobble head. Pressing it, our chat box opened, revealing mushy words that we had spoken to each other an hour prior.
Hey, Gorgeous , was what he had just sent me.
He was Justin Hunter.
Three months ago, as I sat in class awaiting the end of the last semester of my first year of college, I got an instant message from him. Usually, I didn’t pay attention to the random messages that I received on Facebook. Usually they were from lowlifes slumming for cunt on social media. That day, I was so bored in class that I actually responded. Then his sweet words of casual conversation got my attention. I looked through his photo album and was immediately sucked in. We talked for an hour about nothing. It continued on like that for three months: gradually growing from hour long chats to twenty-four hour emotionally connected lip service. We text messaged, instant messaged, and sent each other pictures sun up to sun down.
I typed, Hey, Handsome , with the corniest smile on my face. I was full of lust and excitement. I was sure that my skin had turned the same bright red color of my hair.
I know! I know! I had a boyfriend! But the attention that Justin paid me took a big dump on Tyler’s lackadaisical attempts to call me when he needed me to pick up his Beck’s and telling me to shut up during the football game.
Justin Hunter: At the gig?
Karrie Stahl: Unfortunately. If you can call this dump a gig.
I could hear Sabrina uttering condemning words as I melted with every word that I read and typed.
She was disgusted. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
She was ashamed of me. “You can’t be serious.”
She chastised me. “Who are you?”
But I could pay full attention to nothing but the blue eyed profile pic smiling back at me.
Justin Hunter: LOL. Well, just wanted to tell you that I love you. I’m at the “dump” too.
Gosh! He was a twenty–three year old hunk of perfectly tanned skin, dark hair that fell in his face, with the perfect smile, and muscles that I fantasized about tracing with my tongue. He had abs that made me just melt all over. Ocean blue eyes captivated me as I stared at his pictures online.
After two weeks of heavy flirtation, he told me that he loved me. I could not deny how in that short time, I had grown to love him as well.
It was amazing how he had me feeling this way without even hearing his voice or touching his body. He knew that I had a boyfriend, so he refused to take this any further by calling or meeting me in person. I had yet to muster the courage to force a meeting or even a Skype session because, honestly, I wondered what he wanted with the awkward, skinny, low budget chick that I was.
My cheeks flushed as I typed: I love you too.
Plus, although he knew about Tyler, I felt like such an awesome guy deserved to be with someone with enough self-esteem to leave her jackass boyfriend.
Justin Hunter: TTYL, Gorgeous.
I let out a high pitched sigh as I dropped my Galaxy back into my knock off.
Sabrina looked at me like I disgusted her, as a dollop of tartar sauce dangled precipitously from her chin. I couldn’t hide my smile, nor did I even try.
Then she rolled her eyes dismissively. “You can’t be serious with this Catfish guy.”
“I am not being Catfished!”
“How do you know, Karrie?! You haven’t even talked to the guy on the phone!”
“That’s my fault.” I was always willing to defend Justin. “He refuses to get too involved while I am still with Tyler.”
“How do you know that this isn’t some weirdo from high school playing a cruel joke?!” Then Sabrina’s full lips formed into a surprised circle. “Holy shit! What if it’s Nicole Richards?!”
“Stop
Sabrina laughed her ass off as I typed my password in at record speed: 5683 ( love ).
“Look at you! Are you kidding me?!”
I hissed at Sabrina’s teasing as my once stilled heart now skipped a beat when I saw his gorgeous face in the Facebook Messenger bobble head. Pressing it, our chat box opened, revealing mushy words that we had spoken to each other an hour prior.
Hey, Gorgeous , was what he had just sent me.
He was Justin Hunter.
Three months ago, as I sat in class awaiting the end of the last semester of my first year of college, I got an instant message from him. Usually, I didn’t pay attention to the random messages that I received on Facebook. Usually they were from lowlifes slumming for cunt on social media. That day, I was so bored in class that I actually responded. Then his sweet words of casual conversation got my attention. I looked through his photo album and was immediately sucked in. We talked for an hour about nothing. It continued on like that for three months: gradually growing from hour long chats to twenty-four hour emotionally connected lip service. We text messaged, instant messaged, and sent each other pictures sun up to sun down.
I typed, Hey, Handsome , with the corniest smile on my face. I was full of lust and excitement. I was sure that my skin had turned the same bright red color of my hair.
I know! I know! I had a boyfriend! But the attention that Justin paid me took a big dump on Tyler’s lackadaisical attempts to call me when he needed me to pick up his Beck’s and telling me to shut up during the football game.
Justin Hunter: At the gig?
Karrie Stahl: Unfortunately. If you can call this dump a gig.
I could hear Sabrina uttering condemning words as I melted with every word that I read and typed.
She was disgusted. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
She was ashamed of me. “You can’t be serious.”
She chastised me. “Who are you?”
But I could pay full attention to nothing but the blue eyed profile pic smiling back at me.
Justin Hunter: LOL. Well, just wanted to tell you that I love you. I’m at the “dump” too.
Gosh! He was a twenty–three year old hunk of perfectly tanned skin, dark hair that fell in his face, with the perfect smile, and muscles that I fantasized about tracing with my tongue. He had abs that made me just melt all over. Ocean blue eyes captivated me as I stared at his pictures online.
After two weeks of heavy flirtation, he told me that he loved me. I could not deny how in that short time, I had grown to love him as well.
It was amazing how he had me feeling this way without even hearing his voice or touching his body. He knew that I had a boyfriend, so he refused to take this any further by calling or meeting me in person. I had yet to muster the courage to force a meeting or even a Skype session because, honestly, I wondered what he wanted with the awkward, skinny, low budget chick that I was.
My cheeks flushed as I typed: I love you too.
Plus, although he knew about Tyler, I felt like such an awesome guy deserved to be with someone with enough self-esteem to leave her jackass boyfriend.
Justin Hunter: TTYL, Gorgeous.
I let out a high pitched sigh as I dropped my Galaxy back into my knock off.
Sabrina looked at me like I disgusted her, as a dollop of tartar sauce dangled precipitously from her chin. I couldn’t hide my smile, nor did I even try.
Then she rolled her eyes dismissively. “You can’t be serious with this Catfish guy.”
“I am not being Catfished!”
“How do you know, Karrie?! You haven’t even talked to the guy on the phone!”
“That’s my fault.” I was always willing to defend Justin. “He refuses to get too involved while I am still with Tyler.”
“How do you know that this isn’t some weirdo from high school playing a cruel joke?!” Then Sabrina’s full lips formed into a surprised circle. “Holy shit! What if it’s Nicole Richards?!”
“Stop
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