From Virtual to Real: Marrying the Man Who Has been Online for Three Years

　　Joyce urged me to ask my boyfriend from photos, who had been in an online relationship with me for three years. However, he refused several times. Then I joked, "Are you a bald middle-aged man?"

　　The next second, my phone rang crazily. He sent photos of his well-defined abdominal muscles and strong chest from all directions.

　　And he asked, "Are you happy now?"

　　I couldn't help smiling and typed, "They look unreal. I guess I gotta feel it myself."

　　Although I said so, I praised him in my heart, "Great, you have a good figure!" At the same time, I wanted to meet him in real life as soon as possible. For this plan, I asked Joyce to go to the largest arcade in Alaska with me.

　　Due to this decision, I met an unexpected person.

　　The boy stood in front of the shooting machine in front of me, with a black fashionable bag on his back. There was a cute yellow doll hung on it. The doll was obviously handmade. The buttons of its eyes were crooked. And the bow tie, one side was small, and the other side was big. The most ridiculous thing was that there was only one shoe embroidered on the doll's feet.

　　When I looked at it, I recognized it was the one I had made for my boyfriend.

　　I didn't expect us to meet so quickly. What was even more unexpected was that the boy in front of me was around 5.6 foot, but weighed more than 280 kg. I could even see that from his side face.

　　I was so shocked about that.

　　Who would get me? I ran into my cyber love, but he tricked me with fake photos!

　　Trembling, I took out my phone and made a voice call to him. In the next second, the sound of WhatsApp voice call came from his pocket. When I saw him take out his phone, my heart beat fast, and I hung up the call.

　　Damn it! I was sure that this big fat boy was my online boyfriend!

　　I ran out of the scene in a daze and found Joyce, in front of the claw machine. After listening to my experience, she was furious, "You must be kidding! He was a catfish? How dare he!"

　　Then, she glanced at me and asked, "Have you sent him your photo?"

　　I shook my head, "He said he didn't want it. No matter what I look like, he likes me."

　　Joyce sneered and said, "It seems that he really wants to meet you in the future."

　　Then she asked, "What are you going to do next? Break u with him?"

　　Joyce's question came straight to the point. I wasn't sure if I should break up with him.

　　I had known him for three years. He was a cheerful and optimistic person on the Internet. He had a high EQ and was different from those men, who was dumb and boring. I really liked him, but I really felt disappointed by his deception.

　　Joyce glanced at me and asked, "It seems that you haven't thought it through yet. What's your ideal type? You've never told me about it before."

　　I said, "I really like his personality. But I'm a face-judger. I like tall and handsome guys. It's even better if he has a great figure. And I want him to be athletic and a straight-A student. Oh, I'm gonna be thrilled, if he knows how to ride a motorcycle."

　　Joyce looked at me suspiciously. "Who doesn't like this kind of man? But why do I feel you're talking about Howard? You know, the hottest guy of our school. Do you have a crush on him?"

　　I looked away. Before I met my boyfriend, I had indeed liked Howard.

　　Just as I was about to change the topic, Joyce suddenly grabbed my hand. She gasped and said in a hoarse voice, "Look over there! Is it Howard?"