He didn't call. When I Facebook stalked him on Thursday, I discovered he'd unfriended me. All I could see was his profile picture—him partying with a beer in one hand and his arm around Kelsie, who was beaming. The picture was obviously recent, like since our breakup recent. I swallowed hard to keep from crying. He was turning to Kelsie for comfort again. I tried, mostly unsuccessfully, to push images of them together from my mind. He was back to his old support system now that he had cut himself off from Jason and me. On Saturday night I stayed home to wallow alone in my single-again misery. For kicks, I logged in to the video game. Almost immediately Falcon26 contacted me. What's a beautiful girl like you doing playing video games on Saturday night? I replied: How do you know I'm beautiful? That's just the way my character was drawn. Girls who play video games are hot, he said. You still haven't answered my question. I hesitated and tossed caution aside. Even though he was a fellow student here, I had no intention of meeting this guy.
