Who would you be if you were anonymous? (Part II)
I wanted so badly to be seen, I made myself invisible.
(This is the second half of a 2-part story. To read part 1, click here.)
The morning after our coffee date, I woke up to a text from Steve.
You’re fascinating, he wrote. I smirked. He didn’t know the half of it.
I padded to the kitchen to make coffee, flipped on the tea kettle and pulled up the OkCupid message he’d sent to my anonymous profile the evening before.
As far as Steve knew, he was messaging two different women. I had to decide: Come right out and tell him it was me behind both profiles, or totally fuck with him.
Obviously, I was going to fuck with him.
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