Ashley

I’ve been having better luck with the women lately. First, there was Maria, and now a woman named Ashley. They’re popping up from everywhere. I opened my Facebook account and there was a message, a friend request. Ashley something or the other wants to be your friend, I’m not a Facebook snob like most people. I looked at Ashley’s picture. It was a far away shot of her standing in the forest. She looked good from a distance. But when I looked at her picture up close, Ashley kind of looked like a man. Oh well, I confirmed her friendship request anyway. There was a message attached to the friend request. “Let’s chat sometime.”

            It felt like I was being manipulated. Ashley was up to something. She sent me another message, “Hi stranger.” She asked if I was seeing anybody and that she’d send me some pictures of herself. I was beginning to think Ashley was taking me for a fool. She sent me another message. She was extremely attentive. The message said that there were to many photos to download, but if I clicked on the link provided I could see them. I felt a sense of betrayal, we hadn’t even chatted yet. You can’t have love without a friendship. I didn’t click on the link. I figured it would destroy my computer somehow. Good-bye Ashley, you beautiful-looking man.