For the past two days I have been chatting on-line with the first man I've ever met who seems desperate to get married. He's like a woman in a rom-com. His profile says he just wants to meet someone and get married so he can get off the dating site.
I suspect he is a romantic scammer, seeking out a woman of a certain age who may be panicky desperate for a man. And he's talking to me. Never has a wronger tree ever been barked up. (Wow, terrible sentence structure there, eh?)
Anyway, I'm going to continue to chat because I want to see how long it takes before I get a request to send him some money for a plane ticket or some kind of unexpected expense, and if I really care about him, of course, I will front him the money. Because I'm a (near) 50-something spinster with cats. So naturally I will part with my money for a man. You don't know Miss Frugal, Jack.
Smoothie says the guy doesn't sound like a scammer because he seems too awkward. It's true he is not particularly suave. Maybe this is his first scam? Or maybe he's really some guy who really, really wants to get married. Now I have to ponder how I feel about becoming wicked step-mother to an 8-year-old girl. Yikes.
to be continued...
P.S. At the same time that I had one open window and was chatting with Mr. Desperate, I had a second window open and was chatting with the Persian about setting up a date. Does that make me an evil two-timer? Nah. Just an old girl who knows a good Persian when she's got one. He's going to love the Mr. Desperate story.