Love entered my life when I received that text from that unknown number. “Hey Chris, it’s Jared. Just got a new number.” I giggled. Silly Jared, I’m not Chris. I replied to the message, telling him he had the wrong number. 

“What’s your name?” He asked. I was surprised. Why would this strange man want to know my name? I thought to myself for a bit, and then it came to me — he was flirting with me!

I told him my name, and he quickly asked for my address as well.

“Why?” I responded, confused. 

“I want to send you a gift for being such a good friend to me,” he texted back, and I felt my heart flutter. He wanted to send me a token of affection. Or perhaps he wanted to arrive outside my dorm window at night to serenade me in the moonlight.

I didn’t even hesitate to type out my information, my heart pounding as I watched the three pulsing dots (…) pop up in our chat, knowing that somewhere out there, the man of my dreams was thinking of something to say to me. 

I could practically see the Valentine’s Day card I would make for Jared, the dates we would go on. 

“Send me a picture of your face, my love” I said, and the three pulsing dots (…) disappeared. Perhaps he was at a loss for words at the forwardness of the request. He didn’t reply for an hour, but I sat staring at my phone until finally, the dots reappeared on the screen. 

“Only if you send me a picture of your social security number first, just so I can make sure you’re not a scammer.”

I was shocked. How could he possibly think I was a scammer? Could he not feel the magnetic force of fate, pulling us soulmates together?

So of course I sent him my social security number, already picturing it on a marriage license, legally binding us together forever, through sickness and in health. 

“Your turn <3” I wrote, eagerly waiting for the three dots to appear. 

“If you send me some money, I’ll show you my face in person.” I logged into my bank account immediately. “When will you visit?” I eagerly typed out. 

It’s been a month already, and no response yet. Maybe he’s just trying to make sure he looks his best before he responds?

I check everyday for new notifications, but there is nothing from my messages. It’s always just a bunch of alerts from my bank, warning about fraudulent activity. Oh, and one from the government saying that my identity has been stolen. But everyday I wake up with renewed hope that I’ll be able to lay eyes on my beloved, never to be parted again. 

Serrano Ham has just been contacted by The Rock asking her for her bank details because she won $3 million in prize money.