The Girl Who Went To Bed With Me Because She Thought I Was Someone Else
In the distant years when I was single, there was a time when Facebook was still not very well known in Brazil. There was, however, another social network that dominated our internet, the late Orkut. It was a cool network, I have to say. They had “Communities,” spaces created to discuss specific subjects, many of them very inspired, like “I rang the bell and ran,” “I’m just pleasant, I’m not hitting on you,” and “I wanted ice cream, but it was beans” — here, in Brazil, it is common to use ice cream packaging to store other foods in the freezer, such as beans, which can cause great disappointment for those who are looking to eat ice cream. See how those guys had imagination:
But there were also more “serious” communities, such as the “Former Students of Externato Ibirapuera” or “Pakalolo” — guess who owned this? In fact, my story is all about this: being a community owner on Orkut. My gym had a community that I was a member. After a long time, the community’s owner, one of the academy’s teachers, was fired. He then gave up on the community and left it without an owner.
