I joined the site in early June, and a week or two later, I was connected to Harold, 54, Oceanside. We texted back and forth on the site, exploring all that we had in common until July 4, when he asked me to send him my number. I countered with a request for him to send me his. When I called it, I was greeted by a google mailbox BOT. When asked if he had a website, BOT Harold sent me one. He was a father, author, and cancer survivor who had turned to nutrition, and ultimately juicing, on his healing journey.
While I had first visited California when I was 12, BOT Harold said he had lived in California since his family came to the US from Manchester, England when he was 12. He was currently in Oceanside, CA but he had gone out east to North Carolina for his MA. When I asked about juicing, BOT Harold openly shared his cancer story. He repeatedly told me that I could ask him anything; he was an open book. Other texts were also repetitive, with the same questions such as “what do you do to relax?” And, “where do you like to travel?” I considered that the texting may be the work of a tag team.
While I pondered my favorite places around the globe, BOT Harold had a list at the ready: Helsinki, Finland; Dubai; and Utah. When I asked to speak with him via voice, there was resistance. The next day, as BOT Harold was “having a meeting by 9 am”, he asked to speak with me for a few minutes beforehand. Early on, BOT Harold had mentioned that he still retained a bit of his original British accent mixed with an American accent, but in his videos online, he was clearly an articulate Brother in the Black Community. The voice on the other end was from West Africa, a place where I had worked extensively over the years.
I asked BOT Harold what he had had for breakfast. When he said that he had had grapefruit juice and toast, the deal was unsealed. A proper breakfast in his world would most likely entail a blend of juices. Later that day, when BOT Harold resurfaced, I asked him to tell me about his cancer, but he said it was in the past, and he could not even begin to find the words. I told him I had found someone, asked him to be good to people, and bid him goodbye before deleting his contact information from my phone and his profile from the site.
Real World Harold had a phone number and an email address on his company website. I called the phone number, briefly introduced myself, and left a message that I had encountered a person (or group of persons) impersonating him on the site. Real World Harold was a Life Coach. I considered booking a session. Instead, I sent him an email, asking him if he would indulge me so that I could share my story. I added a personal note that I had conducted mind-body research, and many of the affirmations that he had shared with others had also resonated with me.
Real World Harold was helping others. By sharing his story, he was making the world a better place. When the book that Real World Harold had authored on juicing arrived, it came with a silver lining. I had been toying on the outskirts of juicing for years, and as nutty as my own story had been, I owed a debt of gratitude to BOT Harold. While my attempts to find true love had been botched, BOT Harold and his tag team had helped me to find my way back to juicing.
© Julie R. Dargis 2022