Yesterday’s blog speaking about catfish bought this particular creepy catfish back to mind. He had sent me an email, about a year ago, and it was terribly romantic! Here are some of the contents.
“ I keep thinking about the future, about life, and what I want out of it. I keep thinking about us and what this relationship means to me. I keep thinking about these things and I realize they go hand in hand. This relationship is my future; it’s what I want out of life. I want to grow old with you. I want to experience this crazy love forever and ever, and I really think I’m going to get to experience it. I want us to walk through new houses picking the one that would be just right for us. I want to see you walk around our house in a big t-shirt with your hair down and catch me staring at how gorgeous you are. I want you to pull the covers off me at night and then I have to get even closer, if it’s possible, for you to keep warm. I want to see you laugh like crazy at me when I do stupid stuff. I want to rub lotion all over your body because you laid out in the sun too long. I want to hold you when you cry and smile with you when you smile. I want to fall asleep every night with you in my arms. I want you to fall asleep on my chest listening to the beat of my heart and know it beats for you, I want you to be the first thing I see when I wake up and the last thing I see when I go to sleep. I want to see your rough morning hair; I know it will be so cute. I want to sit on the beach with you and watch the sun set, and I want everyone to see and envy the love that we obviously have for each other.
:I would love to see you walk down that isle and I want to take your hand for the rest of my life. I want to spend all night, and maybe the next day, making love to you with an undying passion (sorry to be so blunt).. I want to cook risotto with you and us totally ruin it and end up going out for dinner. I want to sit there talking to you for hours about nothing at all but in the same time everything or maybe we won’t talk at all and just grin at each other realizing how lucky we are. I want you to get mad at me for doing something stupid, and I want you to bust out laughing when you try to yell at me. I want to lay with you in front of a fireplace and keep the heat going long after the fire goes out. I want to take trips with you to places we’ve never been and experience them together. I want us to go skinny-dipping in a hotel pool and get caught and streak back to our hotel room waking everyone up because we’re laughing so hard. I want us to go and pick out the hot tub we want with the biggest grins on our faces the whole time. I want the sales rep to get embarrassed when we sit in them and make sure we have enough room to do the things we want to do. I want our friends to come over and get totally jealous because they don’t share a love like we do.
I want to take your breath away every time I say, “I love you” because you know it’s coming from the heart. I want us to sit down with a box of strawberries, a bottle of chocolate syrup, and a mint chocolate ice cream; well, I’ll let your imagination finish that one.. I want to love you and be with you for at least FOREVER or a little longer than forever. I couldn’t really express in words what I’m feeling right now so I decided to share with you SOME of the images and thoughts that have been running through my head.”
I just want you to know that I had never found someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with until I met you. I really am crazy about you, everything about you. I will text you on instagram before going to bed. Cheers”
Now is that not romantic? And some of those images are perfect and some are just SO ME. – cooking risotto but then end up going out to dinner, getting mad at him and then laughing, and the hot tub shopping and particularly skinny-dipping in a hotel pool and get caught and streak back to our hotel room waking everyone up because we’re laughing so hard.
It was all rather seductive but also to totally false and fake because, excuse me, he had never me! Albright said “he probably had several hooks in the water.” Julie Albright, a digital sociologist at the University of Southern California, said catfishing can be addictive, it is exciting, intoxicating and catfish often target more than one victim
But what does a man get from this behaviour? I suppose relief from loneliness but it is so illusory because they are not who they seem to be, and know they can never ever meet the person they are claiming to love. One has to pity them I suppose. This man who sent this said he was Jimmie Avanzini and he was in Dubai designing clothes for the Royal Family of Dubai, said he. Then he needed money to pay a credit card because the Royal Family wanted extras and would not make payment on the contract until completion of the garments. When that met with NO, it was open a bank account for me so I can deposit the check. That again was NO.
I never saw him and felt only relief when his “real self” did not appear. I blocked him on Instagram. Good Bye Charlie. But it did appear that one woman may have fallen for him, whoever he was. I have heard that women fall into terrible despair and depression upon discovery that their “true love” is a gross and terrible liar. Not me, only relief. There was something most fishy about him the whole time. These troubled times will spawn more desperate looser men and, unfortunately, women who fall for this.
The lure of marriage and growing old together as promised by Catfishers is looking most tarnished at the present time. For one thing, I am old already and when a 37 year old pleads those words to you, it rather weird, Although, according to my physical of 40 years, I am going to live at least 25 more years .
It is most discombobulating, however, upon wakening that I read the posted blog but then the related stories of the prior blog. By the way, the definition is to disconcert or confuse (someone). Gp to the March 31,2020 blog then to a related story called Why I Am Done With Men (at this point in life.) It was penned on June 8,2018. It strongly asserts that I am done with men and list three guys who I will have nothing more to do with. Embarrassingly, this admission must be made, two out of three are still around and about, almost two years later. But these were all men met and with whom I had relationships with – none of them were catfish – out of sight, out of mind for those guys, you catfish!.
During post divorce years in Marin, pre London years, living in an apartment I would have pyjama days when I would stay in pyjamas and write all day. Forgot about those times, doing it again during these home shelter days.
