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The woman I thought I loved — I did love — was a lie. When we talk — yes, we still talk — I don’t ask too many questions. I’ve been asked why I still talk to Jamie — why I don’t hate her. Following in the footsteps of his hero Mark Twain, one day, he intends to circumnavigate the globe, write about it, and let someone else foot the bill. No amount of staring at a computer screen or typing in search queries was going to change anything. Jonathan Williams is a freelance writer, avid reader, sometimes chef, and constant traveler. A predator who did not smell of smoke, urine or booze. I see a victim whose shame probably runs very deep right now.
The cervezas were cheap and plentiful — so was the rum. Yet every night, I came home to my one-room apartment, logged on and talked to her. (It’s based on a documentary of the same name about online deception.) As far as I know, this has never ended well. I laughingly texted her about watching the show, “Are you Catfishing me, babe? Desperately craving a beer I knew I couldn’t have and aching for social interaction. I was engaged in my new favorite hobby, arguing with people on the Internet, when a PM alert popped up on my screen. One time she popped her eardrum from an ear infection. It all came crashing down one night just before Christmas. It is humiliating to fall for an online hoax, and you will spin a web of lies to protect your reputation and pride.