The first girl I met on the internet was named Innocence.
I first logged on way back in the fall of 1993 when I was a freshman in college. A friend forwarded me instructions for logging onto a University Bulletin Board system and it was a whole new world.
It was a text-based world, full of codes and commands, all of which had to be memorized. I spent much of my time either in “the hot tub” or the “bi café”. I don’t remember where I met her, but she was friendly, flirty, and she was the belle of the ball. We talked and flirted, and I had my first online crush in a text-based world with a girl across a wide ocean.
I spent hours online that first night. I chatted and messaged and flirted my heart out, making connections that seemed both amazing and impossible. The next night I logged in again to find my new friends in a somber mood. I was told Innocence had been killed by a car, while crossing the street in London.
I cried, both online and offline, and I remember wondering if it was worthwhile. She was beautiful, sexy, and sweet, and all that I had was a few memories of words on the screen.
When I first logged onto the internet, Innocence died.
—Guy New York