unless, of course, the boy has created a second account and populated it with a selection of fictitious entries, responses, and photojacked images...
though, in this image at least, you seem to have the type of eyes that support the illusion much better than we imagine he would spend his time attempting. He sooooo hates work, after all.

However...after noting your use of poetry it now makes sense that he's been tossing more fiction up in the past few weeks, so I must admit to your increasingly concrete reality and congratulate him on his luck in finding you and ingenuity in attracting you, because we all know it *can't* be the washboard abs under the layer of truffle camouflage.