your friend decides to hook you up with a wrestler.
his close friend happens to wrestle as a hobby.
he showed you two of his pictures on his tablet as a preview:
he doesn’t have anymore pictures,
but assures you that you will like him.
you go to meet him in a public place the next day.
this is what he looks like:
i am now getting into this show, catfish.
i am late as hell.
i was reading the twists and turns of manti te’o’s own catfish.
his story is weird as hell.
i personally think he is down and tried to play it off.
between watching this show and the pre baller wolf’s story,
this isn’t the first time ive heard about this.
why do people even do this?
i think it’s so triflin’.
i would hate to be talking to jj james,
and i’m really talking to jj evans.
i started to wonder…
Have you ever been catfished?
this is for everyone.
you meet a guy on the chat site and he is a lot more different than what you are used to.
he is extremely charismatic and has an interesting way with words.
he is a little cocky,
but with him it comes off charming.
he tells you that his father owns a huge business that has made his family very successful and well off.
he didn’t have a picture up, but he sends you one in an email.
attached in the title says:
Well you finally open it you see …
it’s finally time for you guys to meet!
convo was cool,
but now it’s time to meet offline.
you decide to meet at:
you wait across the street.
he sends you two pictures as you wait.
what he looks like.
and the foXXX…
“nothing sup with you…”
“liked your pictures and i want to get to know you…”
“lol i said i want to get to know you. i’m feeling what i see…”
“are you okay?
“i’m fine, i’m not retarded. you’re just… different… and that’s different.”
no “how fat is my ass“?
no” when can we fuck“?
no “can we chill one day to watch a movie“?
you actually… want to get know me?
what’s wrong with you?
your left leg is longer than the right?
we all have a hidden “boomquisha/pookie” within us.
that “eye rolling/huffin and puffin/”why is you lying?” spirit that thinks everything is not what it is.
as much as we want to be “buffy/scott“:
the smiling/excited/naive spirit!
… we sometimes simply can’t.
you stay with a hard eye roll because you already know “seeing it believing” and “niggas is bullshit“.
it is a shocker when someone in the lifestyle actually wants to get to know you.
are we so jaded into already thinking the wolf on the other end may only be interested in one thing?
or, is this what the lifestyle has brought us?
i started to wonder…
Do we sabotage potential relationships with our thoughts?
You have a secret admirer!
Don’t you love secret admirer?
Anyway, you have been getting all kinds of gifts and love notes.
From the looks of it, he has money and has no problem spending.
That nice Rolex you got sealed that deal.
He is the special kind of Wolf/Hybrid/or Fox.
A major trick.
Your invisible Don Juan decides to show face on day.
You tell him to wear a certain outfit and meet you in a crowded place.
Well they did and from the Starbucks across the street,