[Pieces of Fuck: Part 1]
by YBLalat

A few weeks ago, early in the morning, I received an unexpected "Somebody's Got a Crush on You" email from an anonymous source. I did not know how to react to it at first but it was sure as hell was awkward. It took me a while to decide what to do with it. I knew that the email was a server-generated email from some dot com company and most often in such cases, I would just go on and delete it. "Damn junk mail. Playing around with people's feelings."

But weird enough, I opened the email and read it.

After a few attacks of pop up ads and animated flashes, in order to know the secret identity of the original sender of the email, I was asked to fill out an online form first (i.e. become a member of the damn thing). So much trouble for trying to know who has a fucking monkey crush on yourself, isn't it? I hesitated and thought of my decision further. "Oh crap. Should I even bother?"

Okay, again, weirdly enough, I filled out the damn form.

Finally, I arrived at a page where, it says that, in order for me to get to the sender's identity, I must list out at least 10 names whom I have even the slightest interest (sexually) in them and email them the same email that I received in my inbox. In simpler words, go and confess you have a crush on somebody using email. Just anybody, we don't care. Go. Only then would we reveal to you that angel from heaven.

"Piece of fuck."