My first girlfriend was a bit of a weirdo
in that, she'd never want to talk to me when we were together in person, I'd just be left delivering her a monologue in a hopeless attempt to shroud the awkwardness.

However, she was the most talkative person ever when on the internet. I put this down to the fact she was a full-blown emo - scars and all (that's a story for another day)- and complete social isolation at her own school.

In order to get to know her a little better I joined a Social Networking site. I should've turned back when I noticed the forum background was pink, but I was too concerned for my first relationship. Soon I was emersed in this strange society, full of girly-girls and gay guys, poor, text message inspired illiteracy and topics about teenage pregnancy and who's hottest in Big Brother.

It was not my scene at all, but I stayed in order to communicate with my girlfriend - with occasional chav-bashing trolling thrown in.

So I'd made my mistake... and then this is where it hit me.

I found out, via her online messages she'd been cheating on me... with someone she'd met on the internet. And by "met on the internet", I mean met ONLY on the internet. Never in real life.

I could've dumped her there: risen above it all just left. But no. That would be too mature for my whining, adolescent conscience. Cue a good month of online arguing, which I am now deeply ashamed of. Innocent, mindless threads about which celebrity's dog is fitter turned into hideous torrents of hate, which made me the bad guy.

Then I found b3ta...
( Butters and his titanium codsocket, Tue 16 Sep 2008, 13:31, Reply)