Back in the past, I liked to visit random chat services (like ChatRoulette) whenever I felt bored. This lead to some of my more popular blog posts (like this one) but it was something I got bored of and I didn’t come back to it very often. The people on it seemed quite sexually motivated and I was really only looking to make internet friends and have fun. Recently, on a whim, I decided to head back. Who knows what kind of misadventures may have awaited me? Well, I do. That is what today’s blog post is about.
I didn’t really encounter anybody who was especially sexual, but I did get mixed up in a case of mistaken identity. See, the random chat service I was using this time allowed you to enter a user name for yourself, at first I was just using my initials, but after a while I used “Male.” Why did I do that? Well, it might seem odd coming from me (somebody who does not identify very strongly with their sex) but when I went onto the site the first question everybody asked me was “M or F?” which, in layman’s terms means “Biologically speaking, are you male or female?” and so to save time I set “Male” as my username. I think a lot of the userbase are male, actually, and a lot of them were only interested in speaking to females, which meant I got passed over a lot.
Anyway, now for the meat of the story. I was eventually talking to somebody who didn’t disconnect right away. I believe their name was ‘X’ and their first question for me was whether or not I remember “Cinderella.” I told them that while I had never had the opportunity to watch any of the film adaptations but I had read the original Brothers Grimm fairy tale and so was familiar with the story. It turns out, that what they meant was did I remember a user called “Cinderella” as that was their old username.
In the past, they had grown quite attached to a user called “Male” and my namesake had promised to come and visit “Cinderella” in her hometown and it appears that the pair of them had shared some kind of romance during their one off online chat. She told me that I had lied to her and betrayed her. She said that I had broken her heart. It took me quite a while to persuade her that I was somebody else entirely. She was quite angry. Thankfully, I was able to convince her that I was telling the truth. But this wasn’t the end.
Once “Cinderella” had been persuaded that I wasn’t the person she’d spoken to before, she started telling me about her sad love life. She said she could never find anybody in real life and had to use this to meet people. I warned her against becoming too emotionally invested in people before she knew for sure she could trust them and offered advice for meeting new people and cultivating healthy relationships. Then she said that nobody had ever been nicer to her than me and that she was started to feel romantic attraction towards me. Uh oh.