Dear Nev and Max, my name is Dan
I live in London, England and I've been talking to someone online for awhile. His name is Phil. He and I met on a app named kik, we found each other in a public group chat. After we shared interests, we never stopped...
I press enter, sending my message to the Catfish crew. Hoping the sincere letter written specifically to find my best friend will come though to them. I've done everything to see Phil, but he tends shuts me down, saying he has a doctors appointment or a family emergency. Emailing Nev and Max is my last resort, and I'm willing to take the risk.
P-baby: Hey, what's up?
D-hizzle: nothing much, just on my computer.
I wanted to tell Phil so bad, but I'm afraid he'll lock up and stop talking to me.
P-baby: Looking at sexy stuff?
D-hizzle: no you gross perve, Tumblr.
P-baby: so... you ARE looking at sexy stuff?
D-hizzle: basically.
P-baby: I'm always correct, so bow down to me. For I am your superior .
D-hizzle: Yeah, Yeah. I'll bow down when you've created world peace
P-baby: I'll try my best but only for you
D-hizzle: not for the dying families?
P-baby: wow. You ruined the romantic moment.
D-hizzle: sorry... :(
P-baby: it's okay, I'll forgive you
P-baby: ONLY! If you send me a picture of you right now.
The pressure was put on me, there was decent lighting but a horrible rats nest lay on my head. I gave in a little bit more self-confidence and give in to Phil's game.
*D-hizzle sent an image*
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P-baby: wow, hot much?
D-hizzle: oh, shut up. Your turn
P-baby: idk. Do I want too?
D-hizzle: I didn't want to, yet I sent one.
P-baby: yeah, okay...
*P-baby sent an image*
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I could spend hours looking at photos of Phil and I'd never get bored. But I've only received a few in the past year. Furthering my suspicion.
D-hizzle: Sexy
P-baby: baby please, no need to flatter me.
Phil's unnecessary jokes had been helping me through a dark time for the past year. I'd been diagnosed with depression and have been testing many different anti-depressants, none seemed to work as well as talking with Phil did for me. He always brought a big smile to my face when I was feeling down.
D-hizzle: you're calling me baby now?
P-baby: yes because I'm your daddy
D-hizzle: Oh god, I'm cringing.
P-baby: yeah yeah, stop complaining. You know you love it.
I happened to look back at my computer screen to find, *new message*. Curiously, I look at the message. I almost never get anything, unless they were from Phil or my mother. If I'm lucky, it'll be someone trying to scam me for my money.
???: Hello Dan, my name is Lindsay from Catfish! We got your message and your case seems very intriguing! We'd love to help you, if you can, please message back an appropriate time for us to Skype you(please send your Skype as well) and we will call you at the specific time. Looking forward to helping you find your Phil!
I almost screamed, I jumped up and down, flailing my arms everywhere. This would be something I'd tell Phil, but I can't. A happy tear rolls down my smiling cheeks and a scream of happiness shouts from my lungs.
Dan Howell: thank you so much! An appropriate time would be around 12:30 tomorrow!
I also quickly send my Skype and continue to jump around my house.
