The worst part wasn’t knowing he thought I was a fool, the worst part was that he had the ability -- from three thousand miles away -- to swoop a giant net of menace over me without any notice.

Our friendship had started so wholesomely -- I knew he was a real person, my mom knew his mom -- I thought that was enough to keep trouble away. But then a common pattern, augmented by the smoke and mirrors of the Internet, was set in motion and we were doomed before we knew it.

He’s a Guy,. . .

The worst part wasn’t knowing he thought I was a fool, the worst part was that he had the ability -- from three thousand miles away -- to swoop a giant net of menace over me without any notice.

Our friendship had started so wholesomely -- I knew he was a real person, my mom knew his mom -- I thought that was enough to keep trouble away. But then a common pattern, augmented by the smoke and mirrors of the Internet, was set in motion and we were doomed before we knew it.

He’s a Guy,. . .