*Warning: Graphic post ahead, Nude images (and no, not mine you dirty minds!)
The first time I was ever catfished I was a little upset. The dude posed as his younger nephew (he must have been well over 60 years old) and really pulled me down a rabbit hole. The term gas lighting comes to mind when that happened to me the first time.
I can’t believe that was almost 18 months ago already.
I suppose I have been mostly lucky that I haven’t been pulled into any sincere catfish schemes since then, until I went whole-hog on Tinder in San Fran.
While I was in San Fran, I matched with a really cute guy who was 37 years old, named Greg. Now, I am going to use all the actual photos and names because he’s not real in any case.
These were his Tinder photos:
The conversation started out pretty simply and I noticed that he was about 5000 miles away. He told me he is a pilot and will be home on Monday, but I was leaving San Fran on Monday so we couldn’t meet. Never fear, he would be in my city for a few nights in two more weeks and we could meet then.
I knew this was nothing more than a booty call so I didn’t care and the guy was good-looking and hot.
We chatted on and off and then, unsolicited, he sent me a few photos of himself in all his glory:
In any case, he didn’t actually start talking sex, just sent the photos and eventually asked for me to return some. I flat-out said I don’t do that (though I used to think it was so much fun to do it 18 months ago,now there is no way I’m getting involved with strangers and sending my photos goodness knows where).
At some point, he told me about his roommate, Bradley, who was recently divorced and spent 2 weeks a month in my city. Perhaps I would be interested in meeting Brad? Then Greg shared Brad’s photos, asked if he could give Brad my photos, and gave me Brad’s number. A few hours later, a text from Brad arrived and a perfectly normal conversation ensued. Brad would be in my city the week after Greg, for two weeks. Perhaps we could get to know one another until then and decide if we would like to meet?
Now Bradley’s photos come through:
Yes, the whole thing was a little strange, but not so badly that I had red-flag radar going up everywhere, so I continued to speak to both men. One had the potential for an amazing fuck, and the other had potential for some dating activity while he was in my city each month. Neither did more than fill some time, but that’s ok with me for now. As long as I don’t emotionally invest, I can manage something more casual.
Over the next two weeks, I am chatting randomly with both men. Bradley has a mature, disciplined conversation and clearly came out of a relationship recently. Greg was a hot guy looking for a hookup, but remained mostly polite.
Until he called me the first time, and that’s when the spidey-senses began to tingle.
His voice didn’t match his photo. I was limited in the amount of time I could speak, but I could hear that he was in a lusty mood and looking for something more on the phone. I declined and let him know that wasn’t happening unless we met. We only spoke a few moments before I insisted I go.
Greg called back the next night, looking to firm up plans for his time in my city. He seemed genuine with date, time and location, but I could hear the desire in his voice again and things started to seem very off to me. I checked Tinder and his distance was still 5000 miles away and there was a new photo. He claimed he was in Atlanta. I exited the call and went and looked back to his Tinder photos and the new one looked suspiciously like “Bradley”:
So, I took these photos and did some reverse image searching and hit the jackpot.
Meet the very handsome Arabian singer/actor Mustafa Sandal:
I haven’t heard back from him since!
I was hoping he would be foolish enough to engage in my text since I kept it light, as I am curious about who he was and where he was. Was Greg really Brad?
I will never know!
Of course, looking back, I could have seen the signs a little sooner, but I really wasn’t invested enough in either of them and I didn’t spend much time chatting, so I suppose I wasn’t looking for what was right in front of me.
Google reverse image search is one of the greatest tools ever invented!