In my last post, I talked about how many daters and many scammers sound exactly the same.
On Thursday, I added someone on Facebook. The guy’s profile mentioned Oxford under education, so I thought he might be someone I’d met (and forgotten) last summer.
I quickly discovered that was not the case. And I tried to quickly dissuade him.
(I now live in horror that I’m on some “suggesting list” on Facebook.)
(To post this for you, dear reader, I had to draw on a phone screenshot for the first time.)
Let’s skip ahead, while he keeps telling me I have to talk to him since I’m pretty.
I had been thinking he was just one of those clueless guys who won’t take no for an answer and who have no sense of empathy. But the part with the widower with a wife who died that way gave me deja vu. I’m pretty positive I’ve had another guy on Facebook say that exact thing.
Or else this guy tried this line on me last year, but neither of us really remember.
Let’s skip ahead some more, to where he’s been in love with me for days somehow, even though this conversation started about an hour ago.
I told him he was ridiculous. I’d already unfriended him, but book group was starting, so I got too distracted to block him.
Now his posts are gone; FB says his account requires verification.
Glad I took the pics for you, dear reader, when I could.
