I know who you are.

Well, that's not strictly true, I don't know your name and your address, but I know that you're not who you professed to be.
I know you're not a 17 yr old English girl. Let me explain.

On Sunday evening, I was added to the MSG list of [email protected] or "Stephanie". Thinking this was strange (in all my years of using MSN Messenger no-one has ever added me by accident), I decided to check the I.P address. It was Irish. (An I.P address is a unique code for every PC). Must be someone I know, I thought. I was just about to IM them to find out, when I was IM'd with "who's dis?" or something to that effect. It was quite obvious, that you knew well who you were talking to. It was insisted upon that it was a simple mistake and that the address which was supposed to be added was [email protected]. I found this very interesting, because the owner of the e-mail address [email protected] is someone I know very well. In fact, it's me. I own both [email protected] and [email protected]. Suspicions aroused, I assumed you were someone trying to extract info from me.

I was right.

You used a number of remarkable coincidences to get me to talk to you. "You're friend is going to Maynooth you say?" Very interesting.
I wondered who you were, and what you wanted to know. I waited for you to turn the conversation to something specific. Then you tried to get me talking about someone I "liked". And that's when the horrible realisation about who you were affiliated to, hit me. There's only one girl who knows my Hotmail ID - Em. So, I played along. Fuck it, you tried to fuck me over, so I reckoned it was fair. I filled you full of seven different shades of bullshit. I gave you a whole unrequited love story that you were looking for. Did you ever stop to think why it was so successful? You showed inconsistency after inconsistency in your character. From a tough area were you? East London was it? Shocking. That's the most generic reply you could have given me.

So, I gave you the sob-story to check the reaction. Next day? After me saying I might pour my feelings out on Friday, Friday was suddenly cancelled. I was told about all sorts of feelings for the boyfriend and what not. I don't know whether that was an attempt to scare me off or to twist the knife in me. I hope it wasn't the latter.

So, in conclusion, someone who I liked and trusted, tried to get at me and hurt me. Luckily I wasn't nieve enough to bite. An explanation would be appreciated.

Love,
Hugh.