Once, while watching an adult movie, I asked why I do not have this? The answer came to me in a dream: “Because you can’t speak”. I understand now that it is so. But how can you learn to speak if most people do not give you a chance to speak up and immediately reject you..?
The reason for my speech problems when talking with the laconic girl lay in the fact that I hardly slept for several nights, as I continued to think or dream about something for half a night…
Then a girl from the dating website texted me that she wanted to meet. I wrote a message, but she did not reply anymore. On that day of July 1, I thought a lot about this, and about other events that happened in the last two weeks. I was thinking if I wrote something wrong? But in that case, why girls do not want to get to know the person better, but bail on him at his first mistake? Loneliness and lack of sleep took over me…
At about noon of that day, I received a message from a girl who introduced herself as Katya. She said she was from the dating site. The girl looked cute in her WhatsApp photo. I was working on translating the book and from time to time I would stop to check if she wrote me anything else. Due to previous events, I subconsciously wanted to believe that this girl was serious. She kept answering me briefly and sometimes asked questions herself.
After a while she asked if I wanted to meet up with her. I answered “yes” and said that I could find free time on any day. To my question “where” she threw off the link to the site of the anti-movie-theatre.
In the back of my mind, I thought about checking the website and checking on Yandex the real existence of this institution at the address indicated on the site. But I only superficially looked for reviews and did not read them when I saw the similar name of the organization. My desire to be at last with a girl and my half-asleep state had overpowered me, and I decided to book a place for 19:00 – just as my interlocutor asked.
Soon I realized that I had given the money to the scammers… no anti-cinema existed at the given address, and the website itself did not even have any contacts except for a chat with the scammer’s bot. People's comments were about the anti-cinema the name of which had the same words, but they were rearranged. This is something I might have noticed, but due to my condition, all the red flags were not properly registered in my mind.
The bank did not cancel the transfer operation, and I could not return the money.
Thinking about how I could fall for the bait of scammers, I again found confirmation that memory also plays a very important role in the decision we make at one point or another in our lives. Had I not filled my mind with extraneous thoughts and reflections, I could have easily spotted a fraudulent website. Psychology also played a role here; D did not mention it for nothing. I wanted to be with a girl so much I could not let the thought that once again I might be of interest to girls only as a tool to replenish their wallet. I did not want to see myself as an unwanted guy, and therefore, even though I had been able to identify scammers more on many occasions, they were still lucky to cheat me exactly 2 weeks after I met D.
I could see this fact because the day before I tried to create a dating ad in the guise of a girl to see what guys are writing and how many messages girls are getting. Even though the ad did not have a photo, more than fifty guys responded to it still, who, by the way, did not write anything special except for expressing their desire to meet. I deleted that ad, but mine received only 3 views and not a single answer – it should have been obvious that the “girl” who wants to unexpectedly meet in a not crowded establishment on the same day of our very first conversation is either not very smart, or it is just a fraud.
Another strange point is that when realizing that D was most likely a fraudster, I completely forgot about the need to check people when online dating by taking selfies with my codes on a piece of paper. That is the way it should be under capitalism!
Having been scammed out of money for the first time in my life, I decided to check how dangerous things were in the case of D. So, I found the very beauty salon where she allegedly got a job. In it, a young woman told me that they had not looked for new employees for many weeks. D lied about her work – which was not surprising since that beauty salon works from 9:00 to 19:00, and we approached it only at 18:00 – who comes to work at the end of the working day?
Just in case, I secretly and carefully checked the address and the name of the beauty salon with D, and she confirmed the data. And then she quickly mentioned that she had only been there once and never worked there again, contradicting her early words that she stayed home to get ready for work.
Having all these facts on hand, it is foolish to doubt the decency of D…
And she did not talk about work to get rid of me. We were in a crowded area right outside the park entrance when D said she needed to go to work. And then she took me to the beauty salon, located about 400 meters from the park, by walking with me in a very uncrowded place, and then we walked through an almost deserted forest – and this despite the fact that D told me that she knew that park very well… If she wanted to get rid of me, she could have just hinted at this in a gentle, polite manner at the crowded entrance of the park, and not lead me to a deserted place. In addition, she herself sent me her voice message almost immediately after we said goodbye at her “work” – she clearly wanted to stay on my radar, so to speak.
I also remembered her hair, which she could not have washed in her town near Moscow, given that some time ago she walked in the park on a working day, and a 38-year-old man who lived with his parents followed her around… and was there that 38-year-old man? Most likely, she deliberately told this fictional story to me so that I had more desire to meet her, because otherwise she was ready to get to know someone herself so that that most likely fictional person does not come near her. So, she either was in her city when she sent me an audio message about the man, and then she washed her hair and immediately went to Moscow, or she washed her hair at someone’s place in Moscow – one way or another she was lying. Here I recall how in the cafe I told D about the girl whom I fell in love with at first sight, and who slept with a married man along with her friend, and D still tried to justify the actions of that married man…
As for her story about how in one firm lawyers put an innocent person behind bars, I think D, knowing a thing or two about psychology, just threw a fishing rod with a tasty bait that was supposed to show her generosity to me… or maybe she herself deceived someone for the sake of a huge amount of money – after all, now it becomes clear why she told me about the supposedly one-year long lack of sleep, which could not be true because of her completely healthy appearance and more than cheerful state after ten in the evening. If I had not sensed something was wrong and continued to meet with her, the next step for her would have been to mention something about how she needed several hundred thousand rubles for treatment. If she did not lie when she said that she had visited different countries of the planet, then it becomes clear to me where she got the money from for such trips.
I looked for similar stories on the Internet, and many people really collected money even from their friends in order to give it later to scammers with fictitious problems…
When I asked to tell me in a message what D thinks of me in terms of appearance and general behavior – for an additional incentive to self-sober up from the habit of sitting in myself – she refused this, and in a brief correspondence it became clear that she did not think much good about me. This proved once again that she wanted to meet me for the third time not because she liked me.
Earlier I tried to accept her shortcomings, but after it became clear that D was deceiving me, I began to feel a slight disgust for her. This feeling passed after a while.