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Posted: 8/28/2007 5:18:20 AM | I'm wondering if she wasn't married or in a relationship.....I had a friend that flew 1000 miles to meet someone and it was a no-show.......
I met a man here and we both decided to only date each other. For 4 weeks we went everywhere together and had a great time. I had surgery scheduled and he took me to the hospital and was there and then slowly started not appearing. It's a long boring story and basically he admitted to me that he had lied to me the entire time and left and told me he wasn't coming back.
I haven't given up although I live only 2 miles from the Pa. border so crossing state borders doesn't bother me. | |
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Posted: 8/28/2007 5:36:46 AM | Mo.... it's still being replied to because when you log onto POF its the FIRST thing we see under forums. Guess it catches peoples attn because so many can relate.
Given that.... my thought is she was still married and couldn't sneak away from the hubby.
Annnndd... I DISAGREE with the moderators about NOT posting peoples names. IF they are slime in one way or another.. all us lil fishies should KNOW. | |
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Posted: 8/28/2007 3:23:27 PM | lmsao HEY YOU TRAVEL 1500 MILES LMSAO YOU WERE EXPECTING A LIL PATCH OF FUR YOU dog admitt it
1500 miles wow
your problem is your desparate lol poor boy
i think she senced it too
sill yYANK | |
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Posted: 8/28/2007 10:32:59 PM | She wasn't married. Every other person who reads this thread thinks they're a genius and posts the insightful "hey, hate to break this to you, but I think she was married."
That takes turns with posts such as "what a loser you travelled so far to meet someone!" and "you poor man if it was ME you came to meet things would have been different."
In ten other posts I have explained she wasn't married, but no one reads anything except the first post and just adds their two cents so why I am even writing this is the greatest mystery of Tuesday night. | |
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Posted: 8/29/2007 5:11:25 AM | ohhhh come on now MO... we are all very intelligent people here... or I ASSume we are. YES we READ what you posted about her NOT being married...... But perhaps some of us less starry eyed fish DONT BELIEVE what she told you.......
Did you go to her home.... did you call her house... did she ever call you from the home line? Women dont spend months of time arranging a meet thats thousands of miles away if they dont want to, they dont "forget" to book a hotel and they certainly dont come up with every excuse in the BOOK as to why she couldnt hang out with you.....
Read btwn the lines darlin.. something was fishy ( pardon the pun) lol so either she was married... or SHE simply wasnt into you.. One or the other.
Maybe its NOT that we dont read your posts ... but maybe you just DONT like the replies we give?
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Posted: 8/31/2007 12:04:52 AM |
did you call her house... did she ever call you from the home line?
As I said in my previous posts, I ONLY called her at home. Sometimes I left messages on the machine (and you can hear the difference between an answering machine and voicemail) and sometimes I left messages with her kids.
If she WAS married and living with him, she sure wasn't trying very hard to keep a secret.
I don't hold any grudges against her, when the fantasy of meeting someone from a far off place became reality she just didn't handle it well and ran away. End of story.
I predict it will on the next page at least one person will tell me she was married. | |
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Posted: 8/31/2007 5:56:59 AM | | Look , I haven't read the entire thread, and I don't plan to because it's 30 pages long. I can see you've learned your lesson. Please don't take offence to what I'm about to write, but you have to understand how your actions would have been perceived by this woman. Traveling 1500 miles just for a first date smacks of desparation. It communicates to her that you're a doormat, a pushover and that's exactly how she treated you. She's thinking that, if you're willing to do this for her, imagine what else she can get away with (like making you buy her and her kid dinner and not calling you again after you traveled 1500 miles to see her). Be a man, have some confidence and stop chasing women...make them come to you. | |
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Posted: 8/31/2007 3:58:15 PM | Thank you Squirm, I needed that heartfelt piece of manly advice. I can see from reading your profile that you have a unique insight into relationships and certainly a way with words.
Oh, by the way, she was the one that asked me to come visit. But still, clearly it was desperate of me to even go. I should have stayed right at home and continued to live the same day in, day out existence because THAT is the right message to send.
Regardless, your words of wisdom, tough as they are to accept, ring true and I am humbled by your keen insight. I shall consult with you from now on before making any big decisions.
And I suggest EVERYONE check out his profile if you want to see what a REAL Cassanova has to say. | |
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Posted: 8/31/2007 4:50:31 PM | | Met someone near me. I though we were close. Seemed like he had concored me. Then ditched me. Said he wanted to be my platonic friend. Have e-mailed, called him & invited him as just a friend. | |
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Posted: 8/31/2007 8:19:42 PM | Mojo
Heart goes out to you man :)
Pretty great post and you did a nice write up on the story !!
I think you took the right lesson, which is, its really hard to meet someone. You have to date alot of different people to find someone you want to settle down with.
Its hard enough like this, but throw in to the pot, you are meeting them across a long distance.
The odds are not in your favor even if you meet someone near you. The distance just complicates everything. Not saying that its impossible, but you are definately making it tougher on yourself.
For some girl to do that to you, it just goes to show how most people tend to take the easy road out of everything instead of just being "grown up" :)
At the least she could have just tried to have a nice time with you and shown you around the city. But hey, its probably good for you anyways. If she does that to you, just imagine what the rest of her life is like and how she drops the ball with others that surround her.
So yeah, hollow feeling in the stomach, but you shouldn't. These types of people are everywhere.
I hope you're having better luck ! | |
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Posted: 8/31/2007 9:15:46 PM | You are a clever guy.
Why you didn't pay attention to -Her profile said she wasn't looking for romance, only the forums, so I wrote just to tell her I enjoyed her post ...
This is the first thing.
The second - she is really busy in her home town. Really busy with children.
She had no time to take care about the adult person, about you in your case.
Adults take care about themselves usually.
She wasn't looking for romance and definitely maybe the only thing she could do is to be cool in letters and to be sweet by phone.
'-we agreed that there is NEVER ANY GARANTEE with something like this, so we assured ourselves that we were only meeting as FRIENDS, to enjoy a weekend sightseeing around Vancouver and, if anything else came of it, so be it.
And yes, I really mean that!-
Did you mean it? You have got it. You had a good time anyway.
She is not bad, she is good enough to show up and to answer your letter with apologies.
I think so. | |
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Posted: 9/1/2007 2:53:21 AM | In once defense, I'd say that mothers are busy bodies and their kids come first.
Aside from that. Yes, If you are spending that kind of money and traveling that distance and taking that time to meet with someone-even in my boring a$$ed li'l town, I'd still make it a point to get you settled in a nice hotel close to fun and keep in touch if I was your only point of contact for a unknown area you are in.
It is best to be prepared though. Rental car, Cell Charger, Extra dosh for emergencies and another person to meet up with if you end up meeting another rude coward in the future. I made arrangements to meet up with someone I met in person and kept in touch with online for a while, and he turned out to be a jerkoff. I also was talking to someone who lived about a town away and arranged to meet up for a coffee after work and had a great time laughing and we still to this day share recipies and jokes and she sells me candles from time to time.
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Posted: 9/1/2007 5:55:10 PM | Hey Mo,
You seem like a nice guy and have been quite understanding and open to others opinions of what really happened.
For me though if I was going a fair distance to meet someone:
I would have already arranged transport or rental car to a hotel that I had prebooked and chosen myself. The hotel would have been one which was slighlty more upmarket than if I was sightseeing alone, your trying to impress someone who youv'e come to like.
I would have spent a day on my own getting a feel for the place and settling a little, I would want to look fresh, at my best, had chance to shower/shave, calm my nerves and not look travel weary.
I would have already checked out places online that would appeal to us both, you been chatting for a while you already know likes/dislikes and would have contacted said places about opening times/tickets/reservations etc... Then if your first meeting goes well or even just as friends you can say "hey, I saw this great place I'd like to go" and your date would at least feel like you made some effort, cue second fun date, somewhere you would both enjoy, something to look forward to the next day and again a chance to impress this person your fond of.
Although you think you didn't give off any signals the moment you first met she would have picked up on it straight away, Body language says everything. Im a man and pretty intuitive but womens intuition is far beyond mens :) | |
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Posted: 9/1/2007 6:28:30 PM | only just seeing this now, but it seems clear that the woman just didn't see a match and therefore became "busy" with her everyday life.
OP sounds like he was lovestruck before even laying eyes on her and then even when she wasn't "that" cute, made excuses for her looks and still liked her, or pretended to.
as far as having to fend for himself, come on this is a 6'1 athletic man who can easily fend for himself.
lesson to all:
-always book your own hotel
-meet in public
-rent a car so you're not dependent on anyone
-stay safe! even if you're a big guy like him | |
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Posted: 9/4/2007 6:48:41 PM | | I have been doing this internet thing for a couple of years now and yes I have had some bad experiences. The bad ones I have had have all been have been within 50 miles of home. I have traveled across state lines and international lines and have to say I have met some very wonderful people and had a greyt time doing it. All of them I stay in contact with and I am getting ready to meet one of them again in Las Vegas. I decided a long time ago that the right one could be anywhere and I would travel to meet her where ever she maybe. You went with the right attitude but apparently she got some bad vibes when you got there. | |
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Posted: 9/5/2007 5:19:39 AM | | Well bro, im sorry to hear your bad luck,but dont give up.I met someone on this sight that turned out to be the best thing thats happened to my life in many years.And believe me i dont trust the internet as far as i can throw it.good luck | |
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Posted: 9/6/2007 6:17:48 PM | Dear Mojo,
The epic novel of your thread inspires mirror writing of other horror stories. Here's one of mine. I am turning my experiences with the internet personals into a book. Stay tuned for that.
Thank you for your in-depth reporting on your experience via yourself and your friends regarding the Plentyoffish Planet. Your perspective has given me a little perspective (as I am quite new to POF). My experience on POF has been a pure horror story because the first person who contacted me turned out to be how you described the Lexus salesman but he came on as this sweet, innocent, caring, romantic dude who laid on the compliments so thick (and Leos (my sign) are very susceptible to flattery (which I have found out since (I don't really follow astrology but this seems in line with what happened in this instance)) and he was a cyclist in my region which was the main thing I was looking for--a cycling partner and explore anything else in good time. He was French, which I am also weak-kneed about ("La langue plus elegant que Anglais" as our former PM, Pierre Trudeau said to his son (in newspaper recently)). Anyway, he drove six hours for our first date and it was "parfait" including rollerblading under a full moon and him gazing at me saying "Wow!" I refrained from even kissing him because I was very attracted to him and that was exciting but kind of scary (as I got out of a thirteen year marriage with no sexual attraction or any attention two years ago). He had previously written four very sweet letters about how he had a dream about me, that he thought it was a sign, he was thinking about me all the time, etc. etc. and we had been chatting and telephoning quite a while before the date. Anyway I had been living in Asia for seven years and, you know Asians are pretty straight up (they pay you in advance alot of times, keep their appointments, do what they say, etc. (This is one of my excuses for being, how shall I put it bluntly, an idiot!) Then he played me perfectly, not corresponding for two weeks and when I had accepted that I would never hear from him again, even written a negative poem summing up the experience (It's a thread called Ode to the Personals on this forum around September 6-8), he drops me an email with no content just a subject line "Good morning beautiful" and then inundates both my phones with messages about spending a few days where he lives, how he's thinking about me all the time, he's looking for jobs for me so I can live there and then he'd be in heaven if I lvied near him. He just says he's been extremely busy setting up a muy Thai kickboxing school. I live in a boring city and I'm open to move and, frankly, when he called, the idea of spending an early September weekend going hiking, cycling, dining, being invited to an aboriginal sweatlodge ceremony (He knew someone.) and visiting an area I had never been to before was enough of a lure, notwithstanding that he looks like a rock star--kind of Jon Bon Jovi meets a young Keith Richard. He had also written about not pushing the sex thing, about going slowly, about building a solid foundation of trust, friendship, etc. not rushing into anything. Anyway, he had gotten the use of this beautiful 150 year old farmhouse through his uncle (restored by a non-profit organization for handicapped men), in the wilderness of Gaspesie, Quebec and when he met me at the train, he held my hand and said how happy he was that I was there. As soon as we got to the farmhouse, he started kissing me vigourously and I just thought well...he really likes me and I'm really turned on by him so why not. Actually I couldn't resist him. Cut to the finish line. After five days of living with him and doing all these fun things (But he noticeably stopped holding my hand and giving me compliments as soon as we'd gone to bed together) together, we parted at the train with him saying I''ll email you. Actually I got violently ill the night before I left (Coffee poisoning I think; I don't drink alcohol so it wasn't that.)and could hardly get on the train. I've never heard from him again even though I finally wrote one email asking him to check the farmhouse about my missing bag of gold jewellery (!!) and another saying how I felt in a truthful way (still hoping he was who I had projected him to be because of his ego stroking. Never heard from him. He also went out of his way to say he hadn't been on POF since he met me but his profile says "active online today" every day. (I know, these details are redundant. You get the point and this is mine, sordid and banal as it may be.) Even though he said he would pay for my train ticket (because I am in between jobs and it cost about $200 I didn't really have to get taxis and train there), he didn't. Well, hearing his story--alcoholic father beat him; he lived on the streets of Boston for about a year where he got stabbed for his sneakers, etc. I suppose it is understandable why he is the way he is. I feel sorry for players. It's really such a shallow game--beauty and deception. But, for me, I look at it as "What am I supposed to learn from this?" and I learned alot: that I am vulnerable coming out of this marriage; that my self-esteem was damaged by a few things, mostly my ex talking about three-ways with young Asian women; that I am susceptible to handsome men who flatter (I am an artist and gave him a sketch I did of him which I have to say was really nice (It showed the sadness and loneliness underneath the movie star looks)). So POF for me has been a slice already and I am really grateful for the forums so that I can learn that I am not alone in these kinds of experiences. I am human with human needs and character defects. That's life. Je ne regrette rien. By the way, if any players read this and thinks, Hmmmm! She seems pretty gullible, I'm not. I will not even meet anyone from this site for at least a year after beginning to chat and I will require legitimate references before I do!
P.S. Just met another POFer two years later and got two references from women first but it was still a bad experience but becuase of it I got to experience Calgary, the Stampede, the FOlk Festival and discovered a great new singer--Brett Dennen--so every negative also has a positive. | |
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Posted: 9/6/2007 6:22:13 PM | Dear Mojo,
before the advent of internet dating I had an experience answering an ad in the New York Book Times Review of Books. As I am a writer, I wrote a story about it after it happened. It will be in my book. It's the reverse of yours in that I'm a Canadian who went down to "live" with who I thought was my "boyfriend". Hope you enjoy.
LOVE, AMERICAN STYLE
Canadian schoolteacher, stuck in the Arctic, received N.Y. Times, Book Review harbours a fat Personals column, ripe like opportunity in an immigrant’s hand, take your pick: degrees up the yin-yang, race, age, sexual preference, all “handsome”—
“Blue-eyed sailor,
quarter of a century,
searcher, wants to correspond…”
So, “What the hell?” she says, “He can’t hurt me up here; I’ll take the plunge, scratch a few introductory remarks, lick the stamp, the blues.”
Many hundred tides later, it comes scrawled like Brautigan might have done on the “Berkley Springs Café” restaurant bill envelope, and a snapshot—big grin, long, athletic legs—sexy.
“First in class at West Point, quit to search, find a broader life, Ayn Rand, ‘Who’s Winslow Homer?’, “Outward Bound”, rock climber, diver, eight years under Neptune, Captain’s ticket, Irish! Italian! Blood at the wheel!”
In the Arctic, her ‘reelmen’ were HBO and Cinemax celluloid swirls of double demi-god delight, hold the nits. Nothing else in snowland but the testes pattern. She yelped at the flesh and blood of this, belted out “Oh beautiful, for spacious skies…” like Pollyanna and played the Glad Game all over her trailer.
So, by and by, yards of myth spun between them, they stitched a meeting.
“So he’ll come, off a taxi off a bus off a bus off a boat,
bring her hearts of artichoke.”
Thanksgiving, a time for turkeys, he never came.
She painted a watercolour—a vast empty sea, one gull. Bound it with all his letters into a little blue box and returned to Rick Springfield, MuchMusic—“We all need the human touch.”
Years later, much thawed, TV less, living by the highest tides in the world, Canada Day bored her. A strong pull, not the country, not the sea, but to the myth of him, the American hero.
“Area code for West Virginia?”
“Yay-uh. Oh, that’s Donnie Junior. He’s laid up. Jes’ got in from the hospital. He had a real bad accident up north. Tore his leg all up.”
Florence Nightingale ascends with outstretched voice, Aphrodite on her heel. No armour.
She’s on the plane. She’s on the train. She’s on a bus. She’s on another bus. She’s looking for a red pick-up truck. It’s Main Street, Berkley Springs, West Virginia, where George Washington spent weekends taking the waters and other healing delights.
He was there, cute in plaster, cool shades, moving like a pent-up fox, pacing with crutches. The man himself, who’d first mated barge after ship on the Aleutian Run; taken the 120° extra shift painting the hold (The “hands” wouldn’t touch it.). With the bucks from slapping paint, he’d bought an eighteen wheeler and ridden America, always a woman freewheelin’ it—Cathy, Beth—sweet southern girls who dreamt he’d make them ‘Big Mama in the Saddle’, permanently anointed, riding high, but then there was Sally, the hot whore down Mississippi, she never charged him. No, for him it was free as recess. Or Nancy, who did a quick tumble after the Laundromat, then called Linda with the news.
“Oh my God, he was good.”
Later, it’s Linda and the Hero, he who trades off steak and salad, wine and warm bed for his lovin’; he who has not experienced the finer (trappings) of life.
The hero, Don J. Moreno, who has telemarked the slopes of America; rock climbed sheer walls of the nation; sailed with the toughs—seedy Manuel Gustavo, old Johnny Baker, Cat Sam, the Newfoundlanders, drawn the charts over all the time zones high above the 60th, silence a curse crusting on lonely bears. This is young Donnie Junior whose mother left him with crying sister on the freeway; ran away; writes him letters he tears up unopened.
He doesn’t pay much attention when they meet. She is all excitement; he’s in pain.
“Had to sell my truck. Couldn’t make the payments—$1200 a month. Guy got a deal. Are ya hungry?”
After three years, yards of letters, a phone call, some kind of dream.
He showed her soft fading blue hills. They boarded a little skiff in a mud hole Don Senior had dug up at Tri-Lake Campground and he told her about the sailboat he once had. She jumped in for a swim. His horny younger brother was terrorizing on an ATV; lots of sexy sisters dipped in and out. Don Senior was a wiry bear, like a cousin to Al Capone. The Mom was frazzled, frying eggs in the café, dishing out marshmallows to wayfaring kids no one wanted, hang-arounds.
They had a little romance up in his trailer surrounded by cupboards filled with canned chili. He showed her how to eat Twinkies and drink Schlitz. The strangest burps. She spent a whole Sunday reading the Washington Post. Soon they decided to live together. He would enroll in art school, develop his latent talent. She would paint.
120° again, hot in the hold, West Virginia heat wave, August, 1980 something. She gets Yankee money from a god box, chants some digital “om”; the gears do the math, sparkle on the high wires, trickle out the green backs, sliding smooth. There are a hundred kinds of yogurt. Milk is dirt-cheap. It’s the poorest state in the union but still the land of “Honey! Uh-huh!” Donnie’s over Shepherdstown, taking art. Complains about the mess in the dark room. Teacher was a Spaniard name of Tiko who got fired. Girlfriend, Lucretia, one of Don’s profs. Kids call her “The Creature”. She’s seen her once: big, black 240Z rebuilt by Canny Jack, complete with glass-balled stick shift with the Virgin in rapt pose.
“Picked it up down in Mexico,” she cooed.
She picked Donnie up the day his ’63 Studebaker broke down two miles outside Martinsburg. She was in a sailor suit. Second time the little Lauren tweed. She started calling for him in black leather.
Meanwhile, the Canadian was packing his lunch and hearing horror stories about how everyone was so mean to “the Creature”—Tiko, the male profs, the plumber who fixed her tap.
“Poor Lucretia,” he started saying.
The Hero drank a quart of rum one night at Phil’s Bar down Shepherdstown, fell through the door 4:00 a.m. and said,
“I love her.”
Lucretia told Tiko. Tiko, seriously ticked-ff in Spanish, took up a pistol from his gun collection and started making weird phone calls.
“I’m going to kill him. I’m going to kill his family. I’m going to kill the profs at Shepherd.”
Everyone but Lucretia. He loved her.
When Donnie took off to hide from Tiko, the Canadian schoolteacher said,
“Hey, what about me here? The guy wants to kill someone.”
“He won’t hurt you,: he said, slamming the door.
Canny Jack calmed Tiko. (The guy could fix things.) Donnie emerged from across state line, took his last grand, bought a ring and a bottle of Mumm’s. They took off for Tri-Lake to tell the family.
The Hero had risen.
Hestia, Aphro, Florence and the girls tried to console the Canadian schoolteacher. After all, they chorused, there are many roles one plays through life. Reviving a hero is not so bad.
The schoolteacher caught a train to Montreal to gaze at Picasso’s distorted women.
Months later, came back for her things, only know thinking of things. Floods were on. Power out. Bought a flashlight at the all night store at the airport, midnight, gigantic taxi driver—Twinkie Monster—wailing gales, twin-seater plane flip-flopped through the sky, at the apartment, key, flashlight, empty, hold that cabbie, mid twinkie, to the Sheraton, call the **stard, call the **stard’s parents, finally, “They’ve bought a place on the Potomac.”
“Yeah, I’ll be over with your stuff.”
He arrives, old Studebaker, car isn’t working well, stuff a bunch of boxes sweaters sticking out, books flopping in beat-up cab, ninety bucks to Washington, “redcap”, black soul man, helps her repack the disarray; says,
“You sure hada’ move fas’.”
Home many hours later. Missing her typewriter.
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Posted: 9/6/2007 6:29:56 PM | ~OP~ sorry to hear of your situation...sometimes first dates turn out to be total flakes. i've met people from out of town before, but we've always been upfront with eachother regarding how we'd handle things if we didn't click...it's never been an issue thus far, i enjoy playing hostess, and making a new plantonic friend is just fine by me...if sparks fly, that's just icing.
i just hope that you haven't been soured towards Vancouver or the women here...i live in one of the neighbouring municipalities, and can assure you that not all of us are like the woman you had the misfortune of meeting. | |
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Posted: 9/12/2007 5:00:35 AM | 'THERE ARE NO VICTIMS , ONLY VOLUNTEERS".............IN THIS GAME OF LOVE .
I HAVE RECENTLY RELOCATED BECAUSE I TRUSTED AND BELIVED .......I AM ALONE NOW IN A NEW TOWN , BLESSED THAT I FOUND THE EXIT DOOR !  | |
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Posted: 10/7/2007 8:50:02 AM | I drove a 100miles to see a sweet gal i thought and we went out that night with her girlfriends and i thought everything was good. I sleep in her bed and dident touch her, we got in late and we were both tired and i feel asleep.
The morning came and i got up and she was on the sofa. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and washed my face and wentinto the kitchen were 2 of her children were.
She has 3 kids 2 boys(23)&(17) and a girl (19) and the boys and i started talking and laughing and just getting to know each other and i thought all was well.
After she got up i started to talk to her and she wanted to wash her car and we did and she was washing and i too and she just got shitty all of a sudden. I told myself that she had alot on her mind and it was early in the morning and some of us are slow to talk.
I went back into the house and started talking to the kids and we talked for an hour or two and then i ordered a pizza and we had lunch.
Well her being so cold that morning i dicided to go and befor i went she said she was sorry for being so cold and i dident let on to it but what i dident understand was , she was all over me that night befor and then just turn and be so cold.
Now i have never met a stranger and im even keel most of the time but i dont understand how people can turn it on and turn it off. | |
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