My story
Hi QOTW, I'm not looking for pity here or for one of you to Gaz me your breasts, which I like, I just want to make sure this doesn't happen to you.

In 1996 I received an email from [email protected], she was an art student living in New York but to pay the bills she worked as a stripper in a bar called Orlando's. We emailed each other and then as the internet developed we shared good times on MSN, Beebo, Myspace and facebook. I didn't realise at first but Kitty and I were falling in love.

Last year I decided to visit Kitty and propose to her, I went out and got a haircut and borrowed my Grandad's suit and flew out to the airport. She said that she was going to meet me there.

When I arrived, Kitty wasn't there but a large African-American man who gave his name as Bernard said he was Kitty's brother and was going to drive me out to her house. Oh if only I hadn't been so naive!

Bernard was actually driving me out to the woods where a group of paying customers took it in turns to have brutal sex with me, only after he stole all my money and my passport.

Kitty later emailed me to say that she'd been delayed that day and it was someone from Orlando's who had taken advantage. I'm going out to visit her at the end of the month.

Let this be a lesson to you b3ta, don't trust people at airports!
( WormuIus, Thu 27 Oct 2011, 11:25, 2 replies)

Thought process:
1996 - Bebo, Facebook. Ah, Wormulus.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Thu 27 Oct 2011, 11:27, closed)

I'm sorry, I've obviously not made my story clear enough
"We emailed each other and then as the internet developed..."
When I wrote this bit I was trying to imply the passage of time, I chose 1996 because it seemed an implausibly long time for someone to have an online relationship with someone, I had hoped that by making the story as ridiculous as possible it might better reflect the other stories posted in this week's QotW which I was mocking.

Let me know if this hasn't cleared things up. Feel free to Gaz.
( WormuIus, Thu 27 Oct 2011, 11:35, closed)