I received a message on a dating site from a guy that lived in Greensboro. I say lived, as in past tense, because he has disappeared from the face of the Earth. He may still reside in Greensboro, but I am sure the terrorist cell I think he is working for has relocated him with a new identity. Think I am making this up? Read on...
He said his name was Mike, and he was H..O.. T. He was only 32, but said he preferred woman that were in their 30's as opposed to their 20's because of their maturity level. He had several photos, and once again I was suckered by a gorgeous smile. I felt as if he was too good to be true, so I put him through a variety of tests that I use to ensure he was legit. He passed with flying colors, which at the time tickled me pink.
We communicated for well over 6 months before we thougth we had the opportunity to meet. We spoke on the phone often, and his French accent was flawless. I even had people tell me things to say to him in French, and he would respond back in French as they would interpret. He could have said, "I have chickens in the yard and I eat hay" but in French it sounded like the most romantic lines ever. We exchanged photos (all clean) back and forth through text, and I knew he was a real person who looked the way that he had posted.
He told me he was half French and half South African, which did not bother me one bit. How could I say I like my drinks mixed but my men not? I am not prejudiced against any ethnic group, and we communicated on many different levels.
The week came before we were to meet, and I pulled away. Hindsight is 20/20 and I did not realize he had also pulled away from meeting as well. The weekend passed, and it was back on. This went on for about 10 months, with only a few lapses in between. I will discuss one such lapse in detail, because it was at that point I realized things were not as they seemed.
He disappeared for about a week. No communication, no text, no calls, no emails. Thinking he was having trouble with his phone (as in not paying the bill), I was not alarmed. He reappeared a week later, and all was well. Things began to heat up, with both of us wanting to meet. He called me every night from work (he was a night chef for Embassay Suites) and I would text him when he would wake up every afternoon. One night, my phone went straight to Voicemail. (One of the only times in my life I was happy for it to do so.) As I listened to the voicemail, I could hear speaking in the background. It was obvious that the woman I could hear KNEW she was being recorded, because the phone would make a sliding noise and her voice would get louder. It was definitely a lovers spat, and I quickly realized the man who was unknowingly being recorded was Mike! It was a five minute conversation, and I sat with horror as I tried desperately to make out the words he was saying. However, the one word I made out clearly was the name she called him - "MOHAMMED."
I texted him immediately and told him if he ever wanted to speak to me again, he had BETTER call me because I had just gotten a phone call from him. Within 10 minutes, my phone rang. He told me he had left his phone out because he was working and she had dialed me, and let the phone be on speaker. YES, his name was Mohammed, but he changed it to Mike when he came to this country because people were prejudiced against Muslims. The girl was someone who wanted to date him, but he didn't want to be with her... she had seen where he had called me on his way to work and then became irate. Not wanting to be prejudiced myself, I told him it was okay since he had come clean. He then sent me many photos of him in his homeland, and I could see that he was indeed Muslim.
We continued communicating, with promises to meet. Then again he disappeared for three days.... during such time, there was an announcement of a terrorist plot in NYC that had been foiled. As I sat glued to the TV screen, the sick horror that I may be talking to someone who had something to do with this incident took over my being. It was then that I realized that many times, his absences concurred with terrorist national news. When he finally messaged me back, he said he had trouble with his SIMS card. We communicated a few times after that, and he then disappeared for good. With my previous indirect run in with the FBI (in my own mind), I never tried to seek him out.
Why do I continue to do this to myself???
He said his name was Mike, and he was H..O.. T. He was only 32, but said he preferred woman that were in their 30's as opposed to their 20's because of their maturity level. He had several photos, and once again I was suckered by a gorgeous smile. I felt as if he was too good to be true, so I put him through a variety of tests that I use to ensure he was legit. He passed with flying colors, which at the time tickled me pink.
We communicated for well over 6 months before we thougth we had the opportunity to meet. We spoke on the phone often, and his French accent was flawless. I even had people tell me things to say to him in French, and he would respond back in French as they would interpret. He could have said, "I have chickens in the yard and I eat hay" but in French it sounded like the most romantic lines ever. We exchanged photos (all clean) back and forth through text, and I knew he was a real person who looked the way that he had posted.
He told me he was half French and half South African, which did not bother me one bit. How could I say I like my drinks mixed but my men not? I am not prejudiced against any ethnic group, and we communicated on many different levels.
The week came before we were to meet, and I pulled away. Hindsight is 20/20 and I did not realize he had also pulled away from meeting as well. The weekend passed, and it was back on. This went on for about 10 months, with only a few lapses in between. I will discuss one such lapse in detail, because it was at that point I realized things were not as they seemed.
He disappeared for about a week. No communication, no text, no calls, no emails. Thinking he was having trouble with his phone (as in not paying the bill), I was not alarmed. He reappeared a week later, and all was well. Things began to heat up, with both of us wanting to meet. He called me every night from work (he was a night chef for Embassay Suites) and I would text him when he would wake up every afternoon. One night, my phone went straight to Voicemail. (One of the only times in my life I was happy for it to do so.) As I listened to the voicemail, I could hear speaking in the background. It was obvious that the woman I could hear KNEW she was being recorded, because the phone would make a sliding noise and her voice would get louder. It was definitely a lovers spat, and I quickly realized the man who was unknowingly being recorded was Mike! It was a five minute conversation, and I sat with horror as I tried desperately to make out the words he was saying. However, the one word I made out clearly was the name she called him - "MOHAMMED."
I texted him immediately and told him if he ever wanted to speak to me again, he had BETTER call me because I had just gotten a phone call from him. Within 10 minutes, my phone rang. He told me he had left his phone out because he was working and she had dialed me, and let the phone be on speaker. YES, his name was Mohammed, but he changed it to Mike when he came to this country because people were prejudiced against Muslims. The girl was someone who wanted to date him, but he didn't want to be with her... she had seen where he had called me on his way to work and then became irate. Not wanting to be prejudiced myself, I told him it was okay since he had come clean. He then sent me many photos of him in his homeland, and I could see that he was indeed Muslim.
We continued communicating, with promises to meet. Then again he disappeared for three days.... during such time, there was an announcement of a terrorist plot in NYC that had been foiled. As I sat glued to the TV screen, the sick horror that I may be talking to someone who had something to do with this incident took over my being. It was then that I realized that many times, his absences concurred with terrorist national news. When he finally messaged me back, he said he had trouble with his SIMS card. We communicated a few times after that, and he then disappeared for good. With my previous indirect run in with the FBI (in my own mind), I never tried to seek him out.
Why do I continue to do this to myself???
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