Trashley: Forty-Six

Fake Aimee

After refusing to leave my apartment and fake-swallow a bunch of pills, Ashley was taken away by LAPD officers in handcuffs. Her parents drove down from Bakersfield to pick her up, and I knew Ashley would not be showing up at my place anymore now that there were consequences to her actions.

I was officially Ashley-free.

I celebrated by creating a new profile on Hinge so I could finally meet the woman of my dreams. I knew she was out there, I just wasn’t sure where she was or why she was spending her entire life hiding from me.

The excitement drained from my body when the first profile that popped up belonged to Ashley. The Universe had gotten me again. Her profile listed her as living in Los Angeles, which she didn’t. And claimed she worked as a Data Scientist, which she wasn’t. She made no mention of her kids or wife. She was still hiding them.

The first thing I did was send screenshots of Ashley’s account to Cecelia and Michelle, and the second thing I did was report her profile to Hinge, letting them know that she was a catfish and lying to women about her identity. I figured Hinge was backed up with complaints and her profile wouldn’t be examined for a while.

I had to be proactive before Ashley got her next victim, so I texted the Queen and King of the Los Angeles lesbian scene. “If you see this woman on Hinge, she is a catfish. Pass it on.” The news of Ashley’s predatory behavior spread quickly in East LA. I was even tempted…