Tell your own Catfish story
I'm making this thread in part for me, since I discovered this show it's brought back to memory a part of my life I'm not proud of, the time I was catfished. I am telling my story here, I invite anyone else who's ever experience this to share theirs.
About me: I'm a 34 year old white male living in Canada. My story takes place over 15 years ago. I wish I could remember the exact year, but this happened in 2000-2001. Back then, Facebook wasn't a thing, digital cameras weren't everywhere and there were no smart phones. No one I knew had a cell phone either, but we did have Internet.
I met the "girl" (I use quotation marks because I am not sure who this person was) on a message board. We started chatting over ICQ and hit it off instantly. We would spend hours chatting and eventually, as a foolish, shy and immature 20 year old, I believed that I loved her and told her so. She reciprocated. She had given me her name, her age, the city she lived in, her e-mail address but I had never spoken to her on the phone or seen a picture of her. Everytime I brough up a phone call or a picture, it was either "soon" or "stop bothering me with this or I won't talk to you no more". As I pushed for a phone call, she told me she had a voice handicap (smart answer) and that's why she didn't want to talk on the phone. Webcams were also out since neither of us had one.
Over the course of a few months, we planned a trip to meet. We were going away for a week-end in Toronto (she lived in Rochester, NY), but everytime I would go to book the trip something would happen and she'd get pissed and cancel the trip. Eventually, she told me she had throath cancer and would have surgery which meants she would lose her voice box (I brought up the fact that it could be cancer, "she" jumped on it). Occasionnaly, I would get to talk to her "cousins", one was nice and seemed to want to help, the other was mean and wanted to drive me away. I never spoke to said cousins on the phone either. One time, her "Father" came online and talked to me, and I mentionned that I would like to talk to him on the phone, he refused.
Despite all the signs pointing that this person was playing me, I couldn't bring myself to just say "screw it" and cut ties with her. I wanted to believe. I even bought her an engagement ring (Thankfully it wasn't expensive, I think around 200$) thinking I was going to propose. This went on for months, me always asking about getting a picture (I found someone with a scanner to scan mine and sent it to her). I never got her phone number, never got a picture but I once got an address and sent a letter to it. The letter came back saying that the address didn't exist.
I want to say that's the straw that broke the camel's back but I can't remember, I do know that something happened and she "went away". She eventually came babk with a new e-mail address and when I asked her who she really was, she maintained everything she told me was true, that she was now living with an aunt in Florida. Eventually, I started to get sick of the BS and I simply decided to stop talking to her.
I never found out if she was real, or what percentage of what she said was true. My best theory is that I think it was a girl, that she maybe felt self-concious about her apperance (she told me she was smoking) and I also believe that all the family members were fake.
Watching Catfish makes me sad that this is still going on. I wish I had half the tools at our disposition then that we do now, such as Skype, smartphones, Facebook and more. Part of me would still like to know what really happened, just to know exactly who played me and why.
I know some of you will say that I was stupid falling for someone I never saw or met and I agree 100%. Since then I have grown and learned. I have met people online that I then dated IRL, none were catfish, and that eventually made me more confident.
So that's my Catfish story, it didn't last 8 years, I never sent her money and I sold the ring to someone else for the same amount I paid for it. I am grateful that all that was wasted was my time, as I was still living at home and not working at the time.
That's my story, which I've never shared with anyone who didn't know me back then. If you have a story too, feel free to share.