I’d been talking to this girl on the internet for about 5 or 6 months now, and I felt like I really knew her. She had the same problems as me: she was doing poorly in school, her family didn’t care about her, and her friends were all lying backstabbers. I’ve never felt like I’ve ever connected with someone so much before her. But of course, there’s only so much you can believe about someone when you’ve only talked with them on the internet. Her username was Angela204, but she’d told me that her real name was Violet. False names: the first in what I was sure would be a long string of untruths. But still, even if it was only on the internet, we connected.
But when she asked to meet me, I wasn’t sure. For all I knew, she was really a 300 pound dude. I told her that I wanted to see a picture of her before we met up. The reason I gave her, as not to sound like a shallow pervert, was that I needed to be able to recognize her if we did end up meeting. All uncertainty was flushed from my mind, however, when I opened the attachment on the email she’d sent me. Even though it was only a picture of her face, I instantly fell in love. Staring at me from the monitor was a pair of bright green eyes on a flawless, slightly freckled face. Her sunny blond hair continued on farther than the photograph allowed me to see, but it’s sleek, wavy texture made me want to run my hands through it. She had the cutest pair of full, pouty lips, which were painted a bright red. I could feel my stomach (and other parts of me) beginning to get excited. My attempt to relieve my excitement was interrupted, however, by an IM from Angela204.

Angela204: Did u get the pic?
J_dodge: Ya
Angela204: And?
j_dodge: And, wow. You’re really… wow.
Angela204: Thnks. Can u send me 1 of u? Please!
j_dodge: Ya,k, 1sec.

I went to my photo library to find a good picture to send. I’m not a bad looking guy, but I wanted to send her one that might make her even half as happy as I was with hers. I’m 17 years old, about 5”10 and 160lbs. I work out when I can, but I’m not weight-lifter size. I looked for a picture that would show off my arm muscles, and one where my dark brown hair looked neat instead of its usual mess. My eyes are green, but in no way comparable to Violet’s. I selected a picture, and sent it to her. A few seconds later, she responded in the IM.

Angela204: you’re pretty wow yourself Dodge.

I hadn’t had the sense that she had in making a fake name. My name is Justin Dodge, but people just call me Dodge for short. I was glad that she found me attractive. Now I knew I couldn’t disappoint her when we met. Our relationship was pretty platonic. She was someone that I could tell everything to, and I was the same for her. We knew each other inside and out.

Angela204: So, when should we meet?
j_dodge : Soon.
Angela : Would you think I was crazy if I asked you to meet me in 20 minutes?

I was surprised by this. It was late, practically 11:30 PM, and I’d expected to have some time to prepare to meet her, not just to get up and go. Besides, after seeing her picture, I had wanted some time to relieve the pressure that was pushing at the front of my pants. But still, I really wanted to see her. I agreed to her strange meeting time, and asked her where she wanted to meet.

Angela204 : I don’t have a car, so I was hoping you could pick me up from my house.

I agreed, eager at the idea of being alone with her in the tight space of my car. Within 15 minutes, I was showered, shaved, and out the door. I guess my “little pants friend” would have to wait.

Luckily she lived fairly close. I arrived at the house within 10 minutes. It was a fair size, but I couldn’t really pay attention to the house. Walking across the driveway, towards me, was the hottest girl I have ever seen.