About 8 years ago, when the Internet was just a dial up, and all this falling in love over the Internet was in the baby chick cracking out of the egg type stages, I saw a cartoonist drawing of a cross section of a house, with the woman upstairs on a computer, and the man downstairs on a computer.
They were both on chat and had you could read what they were writing about themselves. The man in real life was fat wearing a vest with stubble on his face, he was short and bald, and the woman was also fat, with a big nose, glasses, short, and in her old style grandma dressing gown. They were writing about themselves that they were 20, tall, slim, loved dancing, good clothes, and the man was boasting about his Porsche. The funniest part was that in fact they were chatting to each other, but unaware, and thinking they were chatting to a beautiful young human.
It always stuck in my mind, and now that chat is in full swing, not that I think to start chatting with a stranger, or my husband pretending to be a youngster, but basically, people are who they want to be over the Internet, not who they actually are. To fall in love with someone's description of themselves is like falling in love with a character in a film, or a book. You are in essence falling in love with a character, not a human.
The most susceptible to this seems to be the teenage girl, or women, who often believe everything they here, wanting to believe that prince charming really exsists and here he is, online, with me.
Reality is is that you have in front of you millions and millions of wanna be prince charming's, ready to bleed your heart of sympathy to get what they want with tales of woe and sorrow.
My advice to you and all youngsters like you is to NOT TALK TO STRANGERS. Same rules as in the street.
By sister Sarah
