My first online experience was with an American guy. I was two years older than him, who had just started college aiming for med school.
We connected almost immediately: we were both foodies and loved traveling. We would always have long, interesting conversations about our different cultures, exchanging experiences and stories.
He initiated me to the american customs and introduced me to the diverse daily life of San Francisco. We travelled cross country, just him and I.
I felt safe and belonged, his parents became my new family. For two years we were both lovers and best friends.
But he was young and along with the deepening of our relationship came curiosity and his desire to experience more.
All of his friends had moved out and were already experiencing the “college life” while he was still living in his hometown, committed in a relationship.
So he found the excitement he was looking for online. He started going on adult dating sites, chatting random girls -something I figured out not very long after.
Going through his online correspondence was as painful as it was disappointing.
He was even planning to meet up with a girl from my neighborhood, explaining to her how he can’t host because he’s staying with “some girl”.
Well, this “some girl” told him to pack all of the things he kept at her place and leave.
It was the right thing to do, for both him and I; he needed to be free, to see and explore the dating world and I wouldn’t tolerate another relationship poisoned by cheating and lies.
Ever since we never spoke again.