Internet Chat Rooms

Escaping reality in possibly the saddest way possible

I had never had much experience with chatrooms. I never really saw the point in talking to people you don't know, without seeing them. I heard the stories about people that met each other on the chatrooms, and are now in love, or even getting married.

That's just sad.

But anyway, being a real jerk, and very bored, I decided to create a girl's e-mail adress, complete with a pink-colored MSN-profile stating that 'I love Hugh Grant and all his movies'. I stole a picture of a girl from hotornot.com. The girl is pretty good-looking, even.
It was really convincing.

Time to head out into the chatroom. I fill in the entrance form, calling myself 'Tanya', being female and 18 years old. And then the fun starts.

Girls, when in a bar, have you ever had 'Hey, wanna see my dick' as a pick-up line? I had. Multiple times. In chatrooms, that's supposedly a good opening. Also, it seems completely socially acceptable to ask a girl, after her asl, about her bra-size, her favourite sexual position, and if she shaves herself ... down there.
Now try that in a bar.

I discovered an entirely new world.
I had never known that things like this could go on.
I had never known that there's so many people out there, that really shouldn't be allowed to be walking around freely. Put them in a nice cell with padded walls, and don't give them Internet access.

I got into a conversation with a guy, that didn't seem completely as bad as the rest. At least, he didn't offer me to look at his dick. Let's call the guy Paul (Obviously, since that's his real name). After a while, he asked me for my MSN. Having created a perfectly girly profile, I figured this would be a good chance to see if anybody would find out.
He didn't find anything out. Instead, after a while, he started talking about that he really felt how 'well we connected', and that he had never had that with other people in chatrooms or on MSN. I figured that's what he said to everybody he'd meet here. It seemed it wasn't, because after a few more talks, he actually asked if I wanted to have a relationship with him.

Having never seen me, the guy considered me his girlfriend, and wouldn't look at other girls in bars, because he already had me. I was amazed. The guy was 18, and was as naive as George W. Bush. Things got even freakier from there, though.

Paul had a webcam. He offered to show me things on the webcam. I won't go into detail here. I couldn't watch it, anyway. The moment I saw him pulling his pants down, I turned off the video screen. A friend of mine, who also had Tanya's e-mail password, actually watched it, and made screenshots of it. If Paul ever gets famous, I have a nice surprise for him.
After that, I pretty much stopped talking to the guy.

Since then, I've had quite a lot of other guys offering me to show me their dicks. I even had a guy travelling to the Amsterdam WTC railway station, so we could have a sex-date there. I had a guy driving his car about halfway to Amsterdam.

I don't really use Tanya anymore, nowadays.
But sometimes, when I'm bored, I do.

Beware, dick-showing guys out there.

Coming up soon :

- "Amsterdam"
- "Internet's effect on puberty-age development. (A quasi-scientific piece.)"
- "My hero : Donald Duck"