The following day, the saga continued. We kept the game going because it was too entertaining. However, some people didn’t think it is funny at all, and took offense by it, well, only the females. The male comrades just wanted to “meet” the cute Arab girls. So, we set a date!
Every time a guy chatted with us, the only question they asked, “can we meet?” After the 4th or 5th time of pleading, I had to set a date. I said, “meet us tomorrow infront of the student community centre at noon.”
So you think it was maybe 5 or 6 guys that we set the date with at noon? Nop. Try 40!
The second day of our game was to only set up dates for the following day. Nothing exciting really. We had the few odd people who were notoriously pissed, but we didn’t understand why they took offense by what we did.
That evening, a girl that I knew, who was the younger sister of a couple of guys who were older than me, and at the time, I didn’t put two and two together at the time. However, she was the one of the few females that was determined to prove it was me. It is like she had nothing else to do with her time. She was playing detective, and she wanted to know the guilty person right then and now.
I ignored her because I didn’t want to say anything and blow my cover. She was ruthless and had her ways. She had her own clique of friends that she sent out to spy on me in the labs. I was a bit careful and I was able to install the second open source messenger on the machines and used it while the real me was online.
The following day, I did not chat as much, and I didn’t want to blow the story out of proportion. However, the story did blow up! It blew up so much, that we started getting numerous guys adding us to the messenger. They didn’t even go to the University, but to the community college or were high school kids. A few years after, I wondered why everyone added us, even from the college. So I talked to one guy that I knew who went there, and I told him the story. He said, “it was you? Everyone knew about the cute Arab girls! Everyone wanted to know who it was.” I asked, “how did they find out? And why did they bother.” He said, “well, you know who knew a few guys who went to the college.” I said, “so what?” He said, “well from your story, you knew he wanted to prove it was you in any way possible. Even if he told every Arab in the city.” I said, “excuse me? HIM!!”
That same day, before noon, I was sitting with my friend inside the community centre, and we were having coffee. We totally forgot that we set up dates and just laughed about the whole thing. Like who would actually show up? It was absurd and stupid if anyone did. So my friend told me, “look outside.” 3 or 4 Arab guys are sitting on the bench.” I said, “so what. They always do. They are smoking.” She said, “I guess.”
Few minutes passed, and we saw more guys coming. It was almost noon now, and we just sat there watching and counting. I couldn’t believe my eyes. A few minutes past noon and a lot more guys came. It was like an Arab mafia gathering. If it was in the US, people would have thought it was some terrorist gathering in the middle of a public smoking hangout.
My friend and I stared at one another, and laughed hysterically. We couldn’t stop laughing that we had to move away from near the door and go as far away as possible and laugh. They fell it. They really did.
An hour passed, and we had to go, and a few guys were left standing in the same spot. We ignored them and left.
Later that afternoon, we sat on the computers, and used that MSN account. The moment we went on it, a herd of guys came online and started talking to us in an angry tone. Some said, “where were you? I waited!” Another person said, “I thought I saw you, and I asked that girl if it was you, or one of you. But it wasn’t.” I couldn’t believe them. They waited for them?
Later that evening, I logged into that account, and someone added us that pissed me off. It was HIM! The anonymous guy that added me earlier that month that refused to tell me who he was. He said, “I know it is you Mona. I saw you in the lab with her. Nice game. Had your fun now?” I was angry and kept trying to make him tell me who he was. He left, and from my anger, I didn’t realize I had an email in my email box. I checked and it was him. He sent it a few hours ago saying he knew it was me.
I was very angry because I made sure no one saw us.
I told my friend and she said, “can you check where he sent it from?” I said, “yah. Of course, let me check the IP address.” I did, and it was in the same lab we were sitting in earlier that afternoon.
But how? We didn’t see him or anyone that we suspected? When did he come? We were watching the door.
To be continued â€¦