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My brothers used to play XBOX Live, which allowed them to chat via a headset with their gamer opponents in real-time. Not particularly good at video games, I asked one brother if I could wear his headset while he played so that I could chit-chat with the hot guys on the other end. (They had to be hot, right?)
The dudes with whom I chatted without fail asked a.) if I was a girl or just a little boy with a high voice, or b.) how I was so good at this game, as a girl. I wound up chatting with one random boy, let's call him Garth. We became so infatuated with each other's voices and shooting skills that we arranged times to play XBOX together, just the two of us and our arsenal of deadly weapons. Eventually we exchanged email addresses and chatted online. He lived in Canada and hinted that perhaps I could visit him sometime. I felt rebellious. Look at me, chatting with an exotic Canadian! I asked him for a picture and he literally sent this:
The dudes with whom I chatted without fail asked a.) if I was a girl or just a little boy with a high voice, or b.) how I was so good at this game, as a girl. I wound up chatting with one random boy, let's call him Garth. We became so infatuated with each other's voices and shooting skills that we arranged times to play XBOX together, just the two of us and our arsenal of deadly weapons. Eventually we exchanged email addresses and chatted online. He lived in Canada and hinted that perhaps I could visit him sometime. I felt rebellious. Look at me, chatting with an exotic Canadian! I asked him for a picture and he literally sent this:
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