I'm not really a web-litterate chick, but the library I hang out in occasionally had just opened a really swank new free internet access room (this was in 1999 I think) so I was bopping around trying stuff out and I met this kid called "OntarioBoy168" (oooo, original!) turns out his name's pete and he's really charming in a stoner sort of way. Well he makes plans to come out and see me here in vancouver last summer (that's two years of chatting every couple months whenever we both end up near a computer) for the folk music festival, real public and open, and then we were going to freight hop down the coast together to san-fran and then maybe hitch out east for a while (I don't like hitching in the states alone so I was lookign forward to going with him). Well he shows up and it turns out he's at least 25 (which isn't ancient, but I'm 14 and he'd said he was 15 so it was a little suprising) and he's this unbelievable white-collar yuppie boy who wants to write a story about a chick who's streeting in Seatle, and he's trying to take notes on how I talk and act without me noticing, pretending he's "down with my styyyle" (whatever the fuck that means) and then suddenly trying to "get it oooon" and slobbering like some sad-ass little private-school virgin. And this whole time he's staying in the flat I share with a bunch of friends and totally getting underfoot, so eventually I packed him off with his plane ticket (*laugh* Plane Ticket! he Flew back and forth! insane).
but then a month ago (using the SAME handle) he starts hitting up one of my friends in portland! so watch out for OntarioBoy168; he's a very pretty face, but seriously stupid and a sad little jerk-off.
-cicatrice
