Jerrod and I met online (Why do I always find myself meeting guys on here? Damn it.), and chatted a few times.

"Hey, I like you."

"Really? I like to you too."

"Cool. Want to be my boyfriend?"

"Sure, Okay."

How could I not want to go out with him?

I fell for the "I'm the perfect guy" act. I fell bad.

I dropped everything for Jerrod. I'd come home early from going out so we could talk on the phone before going to bed. I'd stay home some nights just to spend hours on the phone with him. I ran up a phone bill bigger then the Louisiana Purchase.

I was such a fool "in love," I even lost a friend or two because I broke the cardinal rule between friends "chicks before dicks" or "bro's before hoe's."

I was a completely different person when I was "with" Jerrod, it was insane. I was submissive, I was vulnerable, I was a shmuck!

It had been a few months and we hadn't met yet. I could hold out, I really "loved" the guy. How could I not? I had talked to him for hours on end every night for a few months. I thought I knew everything there was to know about him.

We decided to meet during Spring Break. Jerrod decided he'd rent a condo at the Radisson at the South Padre, because hey, he's rich, he could afford it.

I found the perfect guy, he was willing to come down for a whole week just for me.

Apparently "Aiden" was the only guy who would ever do that for me.

Due to some tragic and horrific accident him and his "cousin" had, he wasn't able to make it. Jerrod was untouched of course, but his cousin on the other hand was very hurt and needed Jerrod to take care of him for about, oh, a week or two. (How convenient.)

Spring Break wasn't a total loss though, a few friends felt bad for me and let me stay with them for the week.

Later on, Jerrod decided to come down for Easter. At this point it had come to my attention that no member in Jerrod's family should ever be allowed to drive a car.

Apparently, his parents were in a terrible, horrific car crash as well, and his father was in the hospital.

I know, it's lame, the same excuse two time. But how could I not be supportive. He was crying on the phone, sobbing out loud. How could I be a dick and say, "Fuck you, we're over." What if it wasn't a lie? What if his dad really was in an accident?

Did you know the word gullible isn't in the dictionary? Really. Look it up.

Time continued to drag on, and all I had to hold on to this pathetic excuse of a relationship was a picture, and a phone number, and a few hours on the phone.

Sufficient to say, it was getting old fast.

By the end of the fifth month of going through all this, I decided to put my foot down. I had told him if he didn't come see me within the month, it was over. I was strong and assertive. Six months was more then enough time to wait for this guy. Enough was enough.

The end of the sixth month was coming along and the excuses came again.

"My mother forbids me to see you. She thinks you're nothing but a low class Mexican who's only after our money."

What a dick!

He (or his mother rather) even had the audacity to e-mail me saying I should forget about Jerrod and never speak to him again or she'll ship him off to some far off land so he can never speak to me again.

I was a damn fool, and fell for it. I told Jerrod what his mother had told me and he sounded a little upset that I didn't "listen to her" and not talk him.

Eventually the masquerade become too much, and I couldn't take it, so I broke up with him.

I deleted his number and hated what he did to me. I lost a half a year of my life. Wasting six months-182 days-4368 hours-262080 minutes, of my life on a game.

Time past and I had definitely gotten over Jerrod. I no longer love him, but rather, I'd grown to despise the very idea that was Jerrod.

Then, out of no where, an old friend from Houston I had grow to be internet chums with Instant Messaged me and told me that he had met a guy that sounded like this guy "Garret" that I had written about in a blog. He didn't know Jerrod's name it was a complete and utter shock when he told me "Yeah, but this guy is Garret, his name's Jerrod."

I was mortified. I asked him for all the details. He had told me they didn't hang out much, but were going out

after, and would get all the details.

A few weeks later, he had IMed me again and told me he got the gossip.