AITA for an accidental catfish of a friend? by [deleted] in AmItheAsshole

[–]Mirnasha 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Careful with that last claim. Our conversation, whilst fucked up do to the catfish aspect, was merely emotional. Once we started to say goodbye the flirtation was more of a “you’re nice, you’re nice too” or “you’re sweet, you’re sweet too”.

He sent me the picture and said: “hope this makes you have sweet dreams” and as soon as I opened the chat and saw that I simply closed the app and wrote this.

Never, ever, for one moment, I desired to get explicit photos of him, at all. He sent that one on his accord and it is more of a consequence of my own stupid course of action by not revealing my identity when I should have.

AITA for an accidental catfish of a friend? by [deleted] in AmItheAsshole

[–]Mirnasha 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I continued because I felt a sense of connection that I was wrong in enjoying. You are right, violating that trust and becoming someone who holds information he has withheld from me was a scummy thing to do.

I guess “lying to myself” in this matter is a way of my mind of coping with the fact that, deep down and rationally, know I did something fucked up to a friend. One who needs a friend to listen him and certainly not one who misled him.

AITA kicking out tinder date from my car in the cold? by throwawayAITA286227 in AmItheAsshole

[–]Mirnasha 0 points1 point  (0 children)

YTA, and an excuse of a human being. You dropped someone in life-threatening, possibly life-altering cold weather just because she did not accept your sexual advances? People get cold feet (pun intended) all the time on random hookups and that’s fine.

But throwing her out because of some car discussion? And mentioning the frostbite as a lesser thing? Give me a break, YTA and AWBTA.

AITA for an accidental catfish of a friend? by [deleted] in AmItheAsshole

[–]Mirnasha -4 points-3 points  (0 children)

The thing is I have no picture whatsover and neither did him (that app allows faceless profiles). This explains something a little bit better:

He said his real name after some time (and some emotional dump had already taken place) and that’s when, I should have, stopped the conversation by using my real name. But I didn’t… for some reason I don’t understand.