From cyber to reality.

I think most of us would agree that the internet is basically a good thing. Yes, there are some negative sides to it, but its part of our everyday life. For me, one of the best things is being able to keep in touch with friends I don’t see very often and also for making new friends; usually those in other places that I would never get the chance to talk to in real life. And that’s the thing; the web connects so many people together, so what if you decide that you are going to meet someone from the internet in real life?

I’ve met two people that I originally met on the internet, both were certainly interesting experiences! Enter Mr Chickens and Charm and Mr Takeaway Tears. Mr C and C was a charming, older man who seduced me in real life with pet chickens and home cooking. After talking to him for a while online, I agreed to meet him. He turned out to be very different from his online alter ego, but I was attracted to who I met and ended up having a brief and intense affair, with some of the best sex I’ve ever had. It’s not something I regret at all and have some very fond memories; even now chickens always make me smile.

Mr TT was a very different experience. We met during my short lived dalliance with the world of internet dating. We had been exchanging messages for a few weeks, had spoken on the phone and got on. Our conversations had got more heated and it was clear what we both wanted to happen when we met. He came up to see me for a weekend and off I went to meet him, horny and full of expectations. Yet again, I met a very different person. Instead of the tall, long haired, sexy bloke in all the photos I had seen, I was greeted by the exact opposite. We went for a coffee, where he started to tell me that he felt he was stringing me along as he was still in love with his ex. I wasn’t that concerned by this. On seeing him in reality, I’m afraid that I was instantly turned off and was now wondering what I could do with him. I had decided that even though I was no longer interested, it didn’t mean we couldn’t be friends. Throughout the day he regaled me with stories about ex Mrs TT, getting more and more upset, whilst I alternated between trying to both comfort and entertain him. The night ended with us in his hotel room, him sobbing over a Chinese takeaway, my friends only laughing at my ‘rescue me’ texts, whilst I fantasised about escaping through the window rather than swinging from the chandelier!

And that’s the thing about the internet. It gives us a space to be who we want to be, act how we want to act and become our alter ego’s. It also allows us to escape from our own reality and enter someone else’s. Unfortunately, two different realities rarely mix well. I don’t know if I will ever meet anyone from the internet in real life again. If I do, I’ll keep in mind that I don’t really know who’s on the other end of the modem.