Third Wave Fashion // OCTOBER 2013 // THE PRIVACY ISSUE | Page 29
THE DARK SIDE OF
DIGITAL
What follows is a guest feature from
The Freelance Rider.
It started off quite nicely.
Occasional visits with each other, everything was cordial and friendly, it seemed like a beautiful burgeoning relationship. For the first
time I felt appreciated, somebody truly understood me, knew how to pick me up when I was down, and never forgot my birthday.
Unfortunately, that’s where the fun ended. Like with any relationship, there is potential to move too fast, but I didn’t know what to
do. I could say no and end it, losing all of the great things that I had experienced since we had gotten to know each other, but there
was something that just didn’t feel right. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I knew in my gut that something wasn’t right.
en it happened.
We had always met in public, at the mall or at a restaurant, and oen enough with my friends, but one night I came home and there
he was, sitting in my kitchen. Unsure of what was happening, we talked, I explained that I felt uncomfortable and he apologized,
promised that it would never happen again. Until, inevitably it did. It was late and I was about to go to bed when I f