It started off so innocently. I was laying on my couch, watching a little late night television when it happened. My girlfriend had been out of town the past 2 weeks on a trip, so I was very lonely. I’m not using that as an excuse, because what I did was wrong… but I just couldn’t help myself. It wasn’t intentional, or premeditated, but I met someone new.
It all started during a late night commercial break while watching the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Livelinks commercials seemed be the theme of the night. They kept asking me if I was lonely, and alone… which I was. It was as if they were reading me like a book. They kept telling me that I didn’t have to go out to have a good time… that there were so many fun and exciting people waiting to talk with me, yes, ME of all people! These people WANTED to hear my voice… they wanted a deep connection. At this point, being alone in my studio apartment for so long, I did as well. Yet I loved my girlfriend, so there was no way I was going to stray, just so I could meet some single, local females that were dying to talk to me. That’s when SHE appeared.
Before I met my girlfriend I was in love with another. Her name was Evangeline Lilly, or as many of you may know her, Kate, from Lost. This was a kind of puppy dog love, since I was working a dead end job in Seattle, WA, and she was Lost on an island that no one knew existed. Yet, on that particular night, she appeared on my television in a Livelinks commercial. She was just like me, who would have known? She was single, alone, and just looking to connect as well. At first I was skeptical, and thought this might just be a front company to recruit potential candidates for the Dharma Initiative. Yet, in a moment of weakness, I threw all logic and sensibility into the wind, and called Livelinks.
Before long, I heard what seemed to be Evangeline, welcoming me to Livelinks. My adventure had just begun. She didn’t really sound the same as she did on TV, but who sounds the same on the phone as they do in real life, ya know? She asked for my credit card number, which I was a little concerned about at first, but then I remembered that just about anyone could call if they had a phone, so she was probably trying to weed out the deadbeats. A quality woman deserves a quality man, so I understood. Next she asked me to press 1 to connect… I could barely contain myself, but held it together well enough to press the number that would change my life forever.
It wasn’t a second later that I heard, “hello, lover…” Strange, her voice had changed again. She sounded much older, and like she had just polished off a pack of smokes, and a 6-pack of Keystone Ice. “Evangeline?” I asked. “I’m whoever you want me to be, handsome.” I was flattered. The voice change was now in the back of my mind, and of no concern to me. This was the phone after all, so maybe it was just a bad connection. We talked for hours, through the entire night in fact. For some odd reason she kept talking about her woman parts, and asking what I wanted to do with them… and what I was doing to my man parts, and all these sexual things she wanted to do with me. She had probably dated so many creeps (*cough* Sawyer *cough*), that she figured this is what ALL guys were looking for in a woman. I told her she was being silly, and kept trying to tell her that I wasn’t about that, and that I really wanted to get to know her. I think she respected that about me.
Eventually the sun was rising, and she told me she had to go, that her shift was over. I was shocked when I realized that she had been at work the entire time she was talking to me, but deep inside it kind of made me feel good about myself, knowing that she was willing to get fired just to talk to me all night. I told her to give me a call later, but she told me that she could only receive incoming calls. I assumed that meant she hadn’t paid her phone bill. So it came as no shock later that week when I found a $835 charge on my debit card… I would have been mad, but obviously she needs the money more than I do now that Lost is off the air.
I was told up front that this was all confidential, but I don’t know how I will be able to look my girlfriend in the eyes when she returns home in a few days. I’ve met someone else, and we shared a real connection. I honestly feel that emotional cheating is worse that the physical aspect of it. I would keep the affair between Evangeline and I private, but after giving her so much money, I can no longer afford to buy my girlfriend a birthday present next week. So that will tip her off right there that something is going on… and I just can’t lie to the girl, I’ve already hurt her enough.