"I swear you're the only one."
Or, so she says to the red-haired man,
Turning from the window.
As the metal screen drops in place,
She takes off a pair of costume fairy wings
And faces the identical screen to her left.
It raises and reveals a different man.
He is less square and has golden blond hair.
She talks with him for a while.
A thin pane of glass separates them.
He proves more stimulating than the last.
He snorts when she tells him what he calls a lie.
She questions the reflex calmly at first.
He swears she already answered differently before.
She insists he is mistaken.
She gives him a little show for his time.
A daring gesture on her part.
But, the mood strikes her
Like intoxication.
Adding to the mix,
She pours herself a martini with two olives.
Both to stimulate her fantasy
And stablize the nerves of doing something unusual.
When his time is done,
She reassures him "You're the only one"
And turns to the next window.
This time she reaches behind her seat
And pulls a blonde wig and eyeglasses from a handbag.
Putting them in place,
She clears her throat and fingers her fake bangs.
When the "curtain" goes up,
She smiles shyly at the man with short black hair.
A military cut to match the tattoo on his left arm.
One of a pair bursting with muscles.
Just the sight of his physique makes her sweat.
But, she must maintain her character
Because that's what turns him on.
The shy bookworm type.
He's a little nervous himself
And appreciates her personality.
When she gives him her phone number,
He thinks he is on course to a hot date
And believes her when she says
"You're the only one".
But, she has a book of numbers
Sitting within arm's reach.
As their time draws to an end,
A red light flashes at a nearby window.
In less than a day,
She faces three blonds, four guys with black hair
And then the red-haired man once more.
Entertaining each from a safe distance.
Her private space.
Her sanctuary from which she spends her time
Daydreaming, drinking and chatting with "gents".
And, not a one is wise to her game.
Oh, is she clever.
She has them all wrapped around her finger.
If any one gives her a hard time,
She can drop them in a blink.
What would happen
If any of them learned the truth?
The truth they deserve to hear
Lest a bad habit seed and fester.
Would they be devastated?
Or, react violently?
Anything is possible with such deception.
But, why does she do it?
Because she can?
Perhaps the internet provides her so well.
Who can blame her?
So...so many windows.
Just one of many images, or thoughts, that passes through my mind when dealing with "online personalities". [Of course, one person in mind proved to be an inspiration, as well.]
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