I talked to a guy on Facebook Dating for two entire days.
Not two messages.
Two days.
Eventually, he would decide I was a scammer. But first, we talked about normal things. Work. Dating. Restaurants. Local places. At one point, we were discussing whether Batavia Downs had an Italian restaurant, which feels like pretty compelling evidence that I was, in fact, a real woman in Western New York and not a man operating a romance scam from another continent.
Soon enough, we made plans to meet. He looked up the restaurant and said it seemed formal. I told him that sounded good to me, but we could go somewhere else if that wasn’t his thing.
“Not usually but fuck it let’s do it.”
Perfect. We had a plan.
Four minutes later, he apparently had a crisis of faith.
“Wait are you real or am I talking to some fat dude in his moms basement”
I stared at my phone. There are several reasonable responses to this question. I chose none of them.
“I’m not real.😞”
He replied, “Well this was fun.”
Obviously, I had to continue. “It was! And I am an Indian prince requesting you send me some money via email.”
“Of course i will.”
Excellent. He understood the joke.
Or so I thought.
He asked how a prince had gotten stuck with the texting job. I told him I would have to think about it and get back to him in three to four business days.
“Please I’m genuinely interested.”
At this point, we were fully committed to the bit. I explained that I needed to research it because I wasn’t sure why a royal would have to resort to internet scams, although apparently it was very common.
And then the conversation ended.
Not naturally. Not with a goodnight. Not even with an increasingly suspicious request for his Social Security number.
A few minutes later, I went back to confirm dinner. His profile was gone. He had unmatched me.
After two days of talking. After discussing actual local restaurants. After making actual plans. After he asked whether I was secretly a fake person and then actively participated in the joke about me being an Indian prince.
Apparently, somewhere in those final few messages, he reconsidered the available evidence and thought:
You know what? She might actually be an Indian prince.
So he did the only logical thing: he blocked me.
Which is how I learned that I am apparently a very convincing Indian prince.
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