So the phone went clickkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. I didn’t go back into the chatroom, I thought it best not to antagonise the situation. Then remarkably, my phone rang a few days later with an American number flashing across the screen, I answered and it was Lisa. She simply started the conversation with “You’re an asshole”!
Again I couldn’t agree more, but she laughed and said she was “Hooked” on me as a person, not the woman I had pretended to be!! Fuck!!!
It was an unforeseen, highly irregular predicament. There I was, an English man with a warped sense of humour, who had pretended to be an English bisexual woman called Sam, and an American bisexual woman had “Fallen” for me!!!
So, what do I do? I became friendly with her as the real me. (Whoever that was) However, it became slightly unnerving when a knock came on the door. I answered it and a postman stood there with a package addressed to me!!! A big package!
I took it off him, closed the door and looked at the postmark. Virginia, USA. Shit. (Not the country you until, I mean the package)
I opened it up and a big, cuddly teddy bear burst out from its constraints, with a very strong aroma wafting from its fur. (It turned out, it was her favourite perfume) It had a dog tag around its furry neck with the word ‘John’ printed on it. In addition to the teddy, there was an envelope. Inside it was a photograph (At long distance, taken from a birds eye angle) of me standing in my back garden, which was unusual because I’ve never been an enthusiastic gardener.
Later that same day, she rang me to ask if I’d received the package? Of course I said yes, politely thanked her for the gift and asked her how on earth she had photographed me? All she would say was the company she worked for had been given something to test and she was testing it.
Of course, in hindsight, it was Google Earth, but I had never heard of it and it was very disconcerting. I remember walking to work at 5.45 in the mornings, looking up to the skies and half expecting a giant flash of a camera or a UFO to swoop down and pick me up!!!
From that day, I was forever looking over my shoulder. I recieved three more small packages. One contained a gold leafed bookmark, number 2 contained a pair of frilly, very small purple pants that had exactly the same aroma as the teddy bear!! (I might add, they were clean) The 3rd package was astonishing. It was a return flight to Virginia!
Of course, I sent the ticket back to the place she had given me as her home address.
I started to ignore her calls and eventually she stopped trying, probably after she had received her ticket back. I can’t explain it but I felt guilty for not answering the phone, but I couldn’t see any other way of dealing with it.
I was definitely an asshole, and on that occasion, my ‘Innocent joke’ definitely backfired!!!
Let this be a warning to the jokers amongst you, unless of course, you want to receive a pair of purple pants through the post!