This is a continuation of the true story of how I met my first boyfriend.
At the end of April, 2010, I met him in a chat room. I was kinda silly before, I make fun of every guy I chat with. Make them dance or sing on camera. It was really fun. And then I saw him. He’s really cute. He’s white but he got black hair and very innocent-looking face. He looks yummy. I was like “Oh my.. he looks like an angel.” It was an instant attraction. Then I tried to chat as my routine, like befriend him. Ask him about the site, who he knows, etc. etc. After an hour or so, I gotta leave for a tutorial so I asked his email address and face book. Oh yeah I was the one to ask those details. For me it was nothing then since chatting with a cute guy is ordinary on that site.
One chat lead to another, then another, then another. Until we chat on daily basis. It was fun. Befriending him. having a real relationship with him is impossible before because of a reason I can’t state here. Aside from the obvious fact that he’s halfway across the earth. I really admire him though. He always makes me laugh. Obeys my commands. Being game every time I need entertainment.
We’re doing good. We got some mutual friends on the site. But on time I felt like he’s annoyed every time I talk to other guy members there. Thought he’s jealous, but what the heck, we’re just chat mates. So I ignored him. Go on with what’s fun for me. But there’s a hopeful part of me that’s telling me he’s really jealous.
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