A Chatland fairytale

Once upon a time there was a guy who, like so many guys before him, couldn’t quite manage to keep it in his trousers. Not that this fairytale is anti-men you understand, for there are women who are the same, but they aren’t the anti-hero in this fairytale.

Well this guy liked to visit an unusual place called Chatland, a place where you could be whoever you wanted to be. You could be yourself, always a good choice for those that have bad memories as everyone knows that to be a good liar you have to have a good memory, the truth is always so much easier to recall. Or you could be someone else, spin yarns and know that it was unlikely that anyone would ever find out the truth, and hey, if they did, all you had to do was change your name and start again. And so he fell into the trap that so many others did before him, thinking that this was a safe little world where he could pretend and say whatever he wanted; after all they were just words on a screen weren’t they? And everyone knows that words can’t hurt you can they?

There were lots of other characters in this Chatland from all walks of life; some just liked to banter, some liked to expound theories on the world and its injustices, some like to wind others up and so on. Chatland, being like any other land you can think of, also had women who shared their knowledge and wisdom and were strong and supported each other. No doubt the men in Chatland also talked to each other, but being female I couldn’t possibly comment on that. Generally this all happened online or by telephone, but ocassionally people would meet up in person in a place called Reallife, which was often an eye opener for all sorts of different and wonderful reasons, some good and some not so good.

There came a day when the guy, our anti-hero, decided to introduce his girlfriend from Reallife to Chatland. She fitted in quite well and got the lay of the land quite quickly, bantering and forging new friendships, and all seemed well in the world. Indeed she fitted in so well that she decided to go to one of these meetings in Reallife, to meet some of the women from Chatland and generally have a good time. What happened there is the subject of another fairytale, so we won’t go too deeply into that here as we don’t want to spoil that story, but suffice to say that she had the wool lifted from her eyes. No doubt this wool had already thinned in places over the years, she had glimpses through it, but finally the wool was lifted and she could see clearly.

The question was, what was she going to do now she could see things so much more clearly? Don’t worry, said the strong women of Chatland, you’re not on your own in this, we’ll help you. So over a short period of time they concocted a plan, but they knew they couldn’t do it on their own, they needed a man, but not just any man, a man with a particular talent. Tentatively they approached the chosen man and, as expected, he rubbed his hands in glee as such jolly japes and said “count me in!”

And so the tease began, and a romance appeared to blossom in front of our very eyes, he whispered his own brand of sweet nothings, she fluttered her eyelashes coyly, and together they put all the ingredients into a big pot. Meantime our anti-hero was building a big fire although he wasn’t quite sure why or what he was going to do with it. His girlfiend and her friends could see a use for it though, and with the help of two strong women of Chatland she placed the pot over the fire and waited until it was time to put the final stage of the tease into action. As the final stage of the tease went into full swing, our anti-hero couldn’t resist, he was so close to the fire that he couldn’t see the wood for the trees and so started the forest fire. Everyone in Chatland who wasn’t involved in this tease were stood far enough back from the fire to see exactly what was going on of course, but our anti-hero was oblivious as he further fanned the flames until the inevitable melt-down began.

Still oblivious to the tease, our anti-hero tried to put a brave face on things, to make out that he didn’t care, that he was over it, but injured pride never disappears that easily. Eventally his girlfriend from Reallife seemed to take pity on him, she took him aside and gently told him it was a big tease, and our anti-hero was relieved, indeed he did a little dance of joy and shouted to everyone in Chatland that he knew about the tease and that he was meeting his girlfriend this evening. And so the jolly japes had come to an end, the tease was over…but was it?

What will happen to our anti-hero, his girlfriend, the strong women and their co-conspirator? Will everyone live happily ever after?
What do you think? This is Chatland after all ;)

Please note: any resemblance to people from the past, present or time travellers from the future may or may not be intended but the author wishes it to be known that the fairytale was drawn from the author’s own observations and is not based in fact, The fairytale was written with the author’s tongue firmly in her cheek and no malice is intended. :D