We’re going to continue down the “separated” rabbit hole. This story is about a man I met in California while, again, minding my own business. The home I lived in was 100+ years old and there was a rat in the basement that I could not get rid of….enter big, rat man by way of exterminator and individual claiming to be separated. I did not care who or what this guy was or claimed to be – he could have a harem as far I cared, as long as he got rid of the rat! Well, 3 visits and 4+ hours later, he did not get rid of the rat. But, we did have very long conversations and ended up laughing quite a bit. He was very charming and extremely funny. (BTW – another guy ended up coming out from the same company and got the rat). My new, non-rat getting, “separated” friend asked me out to brunch.
Brunch turned into lunch and then lunch turned into dinner … and then dinner turned into months … months turned into a couple of years, off and on. What I mean by off and on was that this man said things that I would call him on and he would stop communicating for a while. But – let’s start from the beginning, shall we? After we had gone to brunch and out to dinner, we decided we would go out for a day and do something competitive…BOWLING. We text and talked every day by this time and were getting along really well. We honestly had a ton of fun together. I would give him a hard time about all of the Jordan shoes he owned – over 250 pairs that he matched with his Jordan clothes. It was seriously ridiculous! The only time he wasn’t wearing Michael Jordan sporting attire was when we were out to eat somewhere nice. Let me tell you though, this man looked GOOD when we went out somewhere nice! But, for now, we’re at the bowling alley with no air conditioning and I’m kicking his butt! I’m starting to pull way ahead and it’s my turn to bowl. I go up, start my walk, pull my arm back and I hear, “I love you.” WTF?!??! Who says that in the middle of a bowl?!?!? I looked like Fred Flintstone on my tiptoes about to go sliding all the way down the alley! We all know what he attempted to accomplish but it didn’t work. I got a strike and I won!!!
Now, this man told me multiple times that he loved me. He also told me that he had twin boys and they were both in the Navy. He also said he didn’t really know what they did in the Navy. Who doesn’t know what their kids do? (Red Flag). Additionally, he said that he didn’t know where they lived. He said it was somewhere on the east cost. (Red Flag). He also said he had a daughter and he spoke to her daily. He told me that his dad, a LA police officer, passed away in a vehicle accident in California. He said one of the twins was in the accident with him. The twin was hurt but was ok. He told me that his mom got hurt in Puerto Rico and hurt her back so he went to go get her and bring her to live with him in LA. He has a tattoo of a name of a woman on his chest and told me that it was the middle name of his grandmother and that his brother has her first name tattooed on his chest. Sweet right? Uhmmm, maybe not. When you start spending more and more time with someone they start “telling on themselves”.
One night his phone kept dinging. When he checked it, he said it was his mom and that she had fallen and hurt her leg. He needed to take her to the ER. I asked if he wanted me to go with him and help him/her and he said no. Multiple times throughout the past couple of years I invited him to bring his mother over for dinner or out to breakfast, lunch, etc. I also invited his children. I never once met his children or went to his house. Mind you – I brought this up multiple times, asking him why I hadn’t even sat on his couch. He ALWAYS had an excuse. I knew he was hiding things and I knew everything would come out as it always does…I Just needed to give it time and not give it too much thought or become too serious. Guess what? All the red flags? They were red for a reason!
I invited him to come to the lake house for the 4th of July and he came … with his MOM! Now, I thought maybe I was wrong about suspecting him of being dishonest. I mean, surely he wouldn’t bring his mother to meet MY mother and think everything would be fine, right?!?!?!?! Like my mom wouldn’t ask a billion questions and his mom wouldn’t answer honestly?!?!? It’s just too good! I had my own fireworks as his mom sang like a canary, spilling all his lies! She did not live with him. She lived in Oklahoma! The tattoo on his chest is the name of his current wife who he lives with!!!! They are NOT separated! For those of you who do not know…and this includes this man and the previous man I posted about…in the state of California if you are living together you are NOT separated, period! She did file for separation in 2019 and it is currently “pending”. Good luck to her, good riddance to him and good freaking golly to me!
Until next time…
xoxo
Tracy
Leave a Reply