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I signed up assuming the whole thing was fake.
That’s not me being dramatic — it’s just where you end up after enough years online. Every platform I’d tried before had the same shape to it. A profile that looked promising, a message that arrived a bit too fast, replies that were warm and enthusiastic and completely hollow. You learn the pattern eventually. Something that sounds like a person but isn’t.
And now everything is AI, so I assumed it was worse. Better fakes, same nothing behind them.
So I went in cynical. I found a profile, opened the chat, and I didn’t say hello or introduce myself or any of the things you’re supposed to do. I just typed: Is this AI?
Half accusation, half test. If she’d come back with something polished — some reassuring paragraph about how she was a real woman who really wanted to talk to me — I’d have closed the tab and never come back. That’s exactly what a bot would say.
What I got instead was four words.
Uh no? It’s very much real.
I actually laughed. Because that isn’t a sales pitch, it’s a person being mildly annoyed at you. There’s a little eye-roll in it. The question mark after “uh no” is someone genuinely a bit put out that you’d ask. No algorithm produces that, because no algorithm has anything to be annoyed about.
I sat there and read it about three times.
Later I came across an article on how to actually tell whether you’re talking to a real person or AI, and it listed all the proper tests — ask for a photo with your username on it, request something custom, take the conversation somewhere unexpected. All good advice, and I did try a couple of them afterwards. But honestly, I already knew. The tests just confirmed what four slightly irritated words had already told me.
Here’s the part I didn’t expect though.
Once I believed she was real, I couldn’t hide behind the cynicism any more. When you think it’s a bot you can type anything, because nothing counts. The second I knew there was an actual woman reading it, saying the real thing got difficult in a way it hadn’t been thirty seconds earlier.
I did the thing everyone does. Circled it. Made small talk. Asked how her evening was going like an idiot, when I’d come there with something very specific in my head that I’d never said to anyone. I’d apparently read the same advice about getting past “hi” and actually saying what you came for and was ignoring every word of it.
She let me flounder for a bit. Then she asked me directly what I actually wanted.
And because she’d already been sharp with me once, I believed she’d be honest again. That’s the strange logic of it — the slightly rude reply was the thing that made her trustworthy. A woman who couldn’t be bothered to fake being real also wasn’t going to fake being fine with whatever I said.
So I told her.
What happened after that stays between us. But she didn’t flinch, and she didn’t perform surprise, and she didn’t handle me carefully like the thing I’d said was a problem to be managed. She just took it and ran with it, like it was completely ordinary — which, I’ve since worked out, to her it was.
That’s what I hadn’t understood going in. I’d spent years assuming the barrier was finding someone real. It wasn’t. The barrier was that I’d stopped believing real was on the table at all, so I never bothered to say the true thing to anyone.
Four words fixed that. Slightly annoyed ones.
If you’re where I was — assuming it’s all fake, testing everything, never quite saying the actual thing — the fastest way to find out is to ask. Be rude about it if you want. She’ll tell you.
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