#WDYS — Shame on Me

I thought I had finally met my soulmate. Someone as adventurous as me. Someone who got off on the adrenaline rush, the thrill of the extreme. You sent dozens of photos of all that you did. Cycling in the Tour de France, running with the bulls in Pamplona, Spain, extreme skiing in the Swiss Alps, white water rafting, hand gliding, mountain climbing. There was no adventure you’d shy away from.

When I saw the photo you sent me of you bravely and proudly straddling two rock projections high on a mountain at the top the world, I knew I had to meet you, since our relationship was, up until then, strictly online. But you were hesitant, for some reason, even though I was willing to travel to the ends of the Earth to be with you.

I am a resourceful gal, I have my ways, and I was driven to meet the man I’ve dreamed about all of my life. Through my research, I finally found out where you lived, and I admit to having been a little surprised to find that you were living in a small town in Kansas. I was even more surprised when I came to your home, rang the bell, and an older woman answered the door. I didn’t know your real name, just your online handle, so I asked the woman if “Adventureman121” was home. She smiled and said, “Oh, you must mean Donny. He’s down in the basement.”

“Donny,” I thought. Well, that’s progress. I opened the door to the basement, slowly went down the stairs, and saw a very fat man sitting on a chair in at a desk with three large computer screens in front of him. I saw that he was using Photoshop to put images of a man skydiving from an airplane and realized that the man in the Photoshop photo he was working on was the same one who was in all of the photos that “Adventureman121” had shared with me.

“Adventureman?” I said. You were so engrossed in constructing the Photoshop image that you didn’t hear me walk down into the basement and the sound of my voice startled you. You jumped up, a look of panic on your face.

I had always considered myself to be a very savvy young woman. Someone who was not gullible or easily taken in. But I realized when I saw you, that the only “extreme adventure” you’d ever experienced was taking images of a male model, using Photoshop, representing those doctored photos as you, and reeling in who knows how many lonely women online with your photos and your words.

Shame on me when I realized that the man I was sure was my soulmate was actually the proverbial 400 pound man living in his mother’s basement in the middle of Kansas.

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt. Phot credit: Suliman Sallehi @ Pexels.

21 thoughts on “#WDYS — Shame on Me

  1. Maryanne January 18, 2022 / 10:41 am

    Is this a true story? How far did you have to travel to Kansas? What did you do next? 🙂

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  2. newepicauthor January 18, 2022 / 10:41 am

    That doesn’t mean that he isn’t a nice guy, as everyone lies on the internet.

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    • Nope, Not Pam January 18, 2022 / 11:19 am

      I agree, he might just be afraid of rejection if people judge based on appearance

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      • Fandango January 18, 2022 / 11:35 am

        I think he might have taken it too far.

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    • Fandango January 18, 2022 / 11:33 am

      Yes, he could be a nice guy, but come on. That’s a bridge too far!

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  3. Lou Carreras January 18, 2022 / 10:44 am

    Many of us don’t lie. We engage in Creative Confabulation… there’s a world of differance!

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    • Fandango January 18, 2022 / 11:34 am

      A little bit of exaggeration can’t hurt, right?


  4. dharkanein January 18, 2022 / 11:27 am

    This is something I can relate to. Difference is I didn’t travel anywhere but the truth opened up to me somehow.

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    • Fandango January 18, 2022 / 11:36 am

      Oh my! That must have been disappointing.


      • dharkanein January 18, 2022 / 11:38 am

        I count myself blessed… I was saved and then met my hubby.

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  5. Sadje January 18, 2022 / 7:14 pm

    Maybe he had a kind heart and a great sense of humor! I like where you went with this prompt Fandango. Thanks for joining in

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  6. Marleen January 18, 2022 / 11:04 pm

    I met a hang glider in California (who, no, I didn’t expect to date), who moved to Texas and then Arizona… who I think also engages in hand gliding (typo alert but true, too).

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  7. leigha66 January 20, 2022 / 8:20 pm

    Online can be a very different world than reality.

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