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I canceled the tab and went to look for the article. It was on an application that are used by professionals as well as the aspiring journalists and the people who wants to learn. Many times, they post about some incidents happened to them and that article was tagged as personal. I decided to checkout the author's profile. I was going to stalk if I could.

So, this morning, I scroll again. This profile picture is a muted, soft-focus shot, a kind smile that doesn’t scream "musclDaddY69." Bio: "good conversation, honest connection." He’s 23. Not intimidating. Name: Levi. Messages are slow, deliberate. He asks about my classes, offers a thoughtful comment on stress. It’s nice.

I'm not sure I can get close to him even as a friend, because he doesn't seem like someone easy to approach. I checked his I*******m profile, and there wasn't a single photo of a woman there, only photos of himself and some other random pictures, and all of them were black and white. There seemed to be no color in his life and I could see that he hadn't posted a new picture for a long time, his last post was 2 years ago and it was just a picture of two birds in the rain. We followed each other after chatting for quite a while, he turned out to be quite active because he replied to my message quickly, even though the message felt very cold but at least he was willing to respond to me.

Everybody knows Jamie is low profile, he never let anyone take his picture, so I surely expected a F******k account without a profile picture. With the name JL Peyton, initials for Jamie Lee Peyton, I am certain that this is Jamie’s account. I tap into his account and look around. As expected by my smallest hope, his profile is all locked up, not being a friend of his makes me unable to discover more of him on his profile page, but I know he probably never liked any fan pages or joined any group on social media platforms, so it is useless for me to see his profile page anyway.

For a second I caught myself wishing it had gotten lost—as if that somehow would magically make the profile vanish along with it—but I quickly found it beneath a scratch piece of paper. It all felt odd, like I was a detective of some sort, as I logged in and opened my profile. It was familiar and yet different enough to be almost creepy. Everything was about me, but I hadn't done any of it. Even my picture at the top of the screen looked like a different person smiling back at me. I need to change this picture if I want this profile to go anywhere, I thought to myself. I looked far to innocent and happy to be on a dating site. Below the picture was a small space for a bio with a few short se

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“Let’s see the next confession.” He turned the page. _____ Episode 16 – Fake Profile Theo scrolled through his phone with a sigh, the blue light casting a lonely glow in his dimly lit apartment. Another Friday night in, another dating app promising connection and delivering only disappointment. His thumb hovered over the ‘delete account’ button when a new match notification chimed. Zara. 28. Art Curator. Loves vintage vinyl, rainy days, and conversations that last until sunrise.

He slipped into the bathroom. While I waited for him, I checked my phone, and there were no messages, so I opened my F******k instead. I had 35 notifications. Gee. There were likes and comments with my new profile picture. I took it at Thomas’ with the ocean view behind me. I was very active on all the big social media sites. I was also planning to create a blog, but I would need a lot of time to create one since I was also busy with my thesis. However, I really had no interest in using a dating site. The only reason I created an account on Pro-Express was for professional use, and it was only Luke, aka Jax, whom I talked to.

His F******k of hers was more for work contacts than for friends. I must admit that my page did not reflect my personal life either. I didn't even have time to get into that thing, so I had people running my account. It had been a long time since anything personal was posted on it. The photos were of trophies or recognitions, of social events, new venues, information about the firms, things open to the public.

He did not even have a biography and the profile picture was of a cat with a lollipop stuck to its fur. You could tell that it was an old account long forgotten about. I decided to g****e his name to see what popped up. Before I read through the results, I decided to click on images to see what pictures the media had of him. To my surprise there was a shirtless picture there, tagged Only Fans. My eyes widened and I chuckled in disbelief. “No freaking way!!!” I enlarged the picture on my screen and took in the scene before me. In the picture – he was shirtless of course, his hands were stuck in his pocket, and he was leaning against a rock in what seemed to be the forest, but like a fake fore