Online dating – a Southern-fried horror story

April 14, 2007 @ 5:30 PM . . . I drove to the Italian restaurant, thinking that I had finally met online a lady, who could be my soulmate for eternity.  She would not just suddenly “ghost” me like Vivi and Susan did. This is your sermon today from the Nacoochee Valley Sane Christian Church.

Ronald Reagan was totally spot on for his belief in the Trickle Down Theory.  The insanity of an almost invisible component of the elite is indeed trickling down to the masses. 

The photograph above is a metaphor for the social insanity of the third decade of the 21^st century.  A man and a woman are on a date at a restaurant.  Instead of looking enchantingly into each other’s eyes, their eyes are glued to their Smart Phones.  Like zombies they scroll down the impersonal text messages and advertisements. It’s not the exception, but the rule.  Most Americans, whether single or married, seem addicted to their Smart Phones. Personally, I would rather be out in the woods.

I had to make contact with Stan, my detective, again this past week.  On August 4, someone entered my house with a key, while I was gone for about 15 minutes.   He or she stole my male dog and turned on my computer to tinker with the autoexec.bat.  The dog escaped from a neighbor’s house later on in the afternoon.  My female dog had been in the car with me.

Then on August 16, I was briefly in the Cleveland, GA Ingles Supermarket. As I came out, I noticed two men running away from my car with a big German Shepherd on a leash.  Two good citizens were standing guard on my Explorer.  They said that the men had a key to my car, but couldn’t open the door.  They then tried to scare my dogs out the windows, but stopped when challenged by the two passersby.

The two good citizens heard conversation from the bad guys, which suggested that they planned to mangle my two herd dogs with the German Shepherd then steal my car, so I would have no way to take the dogs to the veterinarian.  I was hoping that Stan, my detective, would be able to get a copy of Ingles’ surveillance video, so I could file charges.  He got to look at the video, but the images were too far away to identify specific persons for criminal charges.

Same ole caca

Stan originally was supposed to be contacting women, who I dated briefly in the period between 2000 and 2009,  who were scared away from me after getting phone calls from Georgia law enforcement.  I still have my old address book, from that period.  Stan has only been able to locate two of them, but both will testify in court.

He has had much more success contacting retired law enforcement.  They can finally tell the truth, without fear of reprisals.  One of his fellow “brothers in blue” told him this week that the current bout of incidents by strangers was ordered by the boss hoggs, who control the Southeast behind the scenes . . . in yet another effort to make me penniless, so I will be desperate enough to remolded into the image of the Lords of Seth. They want me to join some sort of religious or political cult, so I can be controlled.

An un-specified crisis is to occur in September, so word is being passed to the inner circle, warning them to avoid over-spending or going into debt.  My guess is that it is a war with Russia or another pandemic, but I could be wrong.

Stan has also determined that the “being illegally foreclosed on and then evicted on Christmas Eve in 2009” thing was master-minded by some Lords of Seth at First Baptist Church in Woodstock, Ga – a mega-church with 16,000+ members.  They wanted to prove that homosexuality was not inherited, but a voluntary choice  . . . but also punish me for refusing to join the Party. 

I have always wondered why I was constantly being hit on by wealthy homosexual men in the North Carolina Mountains, while homeless. They were all from other parts of North Carolina. A North Carolina State Police van was always nearby, when this happened. I did not change my basic nature, when homeless and penniless. Their experiment was not successful.  

Peachtree Christian Church – Atlanta, GA

Back to the Main Menu

Stan and I became friends, while members of Peachtree Christian Church in Midtown Atlanta. We were members of the TNT (20s and 30s) Sunday School class.  We both had just graduated from Georgia State University . . .  Stan with a Masters in Criminal Psychology . . . me with a Masters in Urban Planning.  After my former wife and I moved to Asheville, Stan was promoted to being a Lieutenant-Detective with the Atlanta Police Department then a Supervisory Detective.   He later on obtained a law degree and went into private practice.

Stan had earlier advised me to change the locks in my house and car, plus install security cameras in the house.  That’s why the two men couldn’t unlock my car.   His advice yesterday was merely to continue being a hermit and vigilant. LOL

Our phone conversation drifted to the good ole days at Peachtree Christian.  Stan wondered what had happened to the gal in our Sunday School class, who seduced the Senior Preacher’s wife and ran off with her.  Stan gasped when I told him that she had next broken up the marriage of the commanding general of the Redstone Arsenal in Alabama then married HIM.   How do you spell  W-I-T-C-H?

Stan then chuckled as he reminded me of his first detective job for me . . . back in 2007.   He asked me if I ever tried to meet a woman on a Dating Website again.  Nope!

All the women are beautiful and all the men are rich!

Neverneverland

2006:  I was mourning for several months after Susan disappeared just before she was to move in with me in July . . . after us being in some sort of relationship for 15 years.  As a security measure, we had used dating websites for six years as a way of communicating  . . . with her using alias names.  However, I didn’t answer any messages from other women until October. 

There were five dates in a row, in which the women waited until we ordered from the menu to tell me that they were not actually divorced, and were living with their husband.  There was then a sixth date.  She was legitimately single, but as we were making out in my car, she announced that she was living with a boyfriend, but he was an A-H and she was looking to move in with another guy, whose house was closer to where she worked as an accountant.

I next switched to the new Singles Only website, which required members to provide proof that they were either fully Single or else legally separated.  Almost immediately an English professor at Rheinhardt University contacted me.  She invited me to go Dutch for Sunday lunch at the TGIF restaurant in Canton, GA. I said yes.

TGIF (Thank God Its Friday) Restaurant – Woodstock, GA

We had a wonderful time chatting on all sorts of intellectual subjects and sipping wine. We stayed until the restaurant was closing at 8 PM.  In the parking lot, she did all sorts of things that could have gotten us arrested for public indecency (yes! really) while begging me to come home with her.  It was difficult, but I told her that I couldn’t, because I had to be at a construction site early in the morning.  I offered to bring dinner to her house on Wednesday night.  She said that it would be hard for her to wait that long, but yes.

The next morning, she sent me an email at 7:30 PM, stating. “Sorry, I am not physically attracted to you.”  Four more women in a row from that website wrote the same message at the same time, the morning after my dates with them.  All four demonstrated physical attraction the night before.  However, the one I liked the most, a high school History teacher, did send me a beautiful Christmas card with a note.  “Sorry Richard, I really like you a lot, but a state police guy offered me a huge check, if I would write you that email.   It enabled me to give my children a very special Christmas. Could we see each other after Christmas?”   Nope!

I try a “Christian Singles” website

I kept the main dating websites open after Christmas, in vain hope that Susan would contact me.  I ignored the messages until late March, when I received an intriguing message via Christian Mingle. Entitled “Hello to a Creek warrior from a Creek Sister.”   It was from a very pretty Creek Princess from Alabama, who had recently moved to the Atlanta area.

This time, I made her provide proof that she was divorced.  I also insisted that we talk on the phone extensively, before meeting each other.  Finally, in desperation, she telephoned me and asked me out for a date.  She suggested that we go Dutch at Maggiano’s in Cobb County, which was located in a neighborhood shopping center that I had designed.  

It was a long drive, but this lady was worth it.  I said yes. A couple of days later, she called me again to ask, if we could meet a 5:30 PM, instead of 7:30 PM, so we would be able to talk a lot.  “That way, we won’t be strangers later on in the night . . . if you know what I mean.”

Well-l-l.   I arrived at the restaurant.  She was prettier than her photo, intelligent, a Creek sister and every bit a lady. She seemed to be the perfect wife for me. Just after we sat down at the restaurant table, however, she announced, “I won’t be able to eat with you.  I have a date in a few minutes. However, I have a message to give you.” 

Stunned and broken-hearted, I told her that I was ordering anyway, because I was hungry and it would take at least 45 minutes for me to drive home. 

She continued, “Richard, I want you to know that I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ and His Latter-Day Saints  . . . You probably know us as Mormon.”  I interrupted and reminder her that her profile said that she was active Presbyterian.  She said that she used to be a Presbyterian, but like the LDS church better.

She continued, “We want you to know that if you become a Mormon, you will quickly find a beautiful, loving Mormon wife and become wealthy from lots of prestigious architecture work from Mormon clients.”  

I really didn’t know what to say at that point, so concentrated on eating my pasta. It took me almost an hour to get home. There was a wreck on I-575.

When I got to my house, it smelled like smoke.  I raced down to the basement, where I had left the dogs.  They were okay, but there had been an electrical fire.  The air conditioning compressor was burned out, even though the air conditioning had been cut off, since the weather was cool.  On Monday, the HVAC repairman said that the freon coolant had all escaped, after the valve cap had been removed, then someone had turned on the AC and set the thermostat at 55 F.

My next-door neighbor came over Sunday to tell me that a black van had pulled into my driveway about 15 minutes after I left for the date. Two men, dressed in black, had first gone to the back of the house and then briefly went into the house with a key.  She had called the Jasper Police, but by the time they got there, the van was gone and the policemen could not find anything amiss. 

Stan agreed to investigate the crime sufficiently to get a conviction of the intruders, if I would design a new deck for their house.  Stan looks like a tall Tom Cruise with a mustache.  He constantly had a problem of female crime victims and the female criminals, who he was investigating,  “falling all over him.”   With his wife’s blessing, he planned to create an alias and get a date with the Alabama Creek Princess.

After Stan joined Christian Mingle, she instantly accepted a date with him.  Like almost all other young women, she instantly had carnal thoughts about him and intentionally began drinking one cocktail after another to have an excuse for being loose. 

Being a skilled interrogator, he was able to get to the truth. First of all, she really was a Presbyterian, not a Mormon.  She had never been in a Mormon stake house or temple and found the Mormon man assigned to her as a date, to be exceedingly irritating, because he only wanted to talk about his religion.

She had received a telephone call from a man at the Atlanta Regional FBI office. He told her that she would be paid $100 by the federal government to contact me on Christian Mingle and befriend me, as part of an investigation.  After it was obvious that she and I were interested in each other, he called her to tell her that he would give her $250, if she we went on a date and told me that she was a Mormon. Then she was to give the message that she gave me. 

Two days before the date, he called to offer her $500 if she would dump me as we sat down and then say she had another date. The law enforcement officer said the he would set her up with a wealthy Mormon businessman.

A non-descript man brought her $250 in a plain envelope, before and the morning after the non-date. Thinking that she had done patriotic work for the US Government, she called the FBI’s number on her phone ID to ask for more such work.  It was indeed the regional FBI office, but they did not have anyone there with that man’s name and did not have her on a list of paid FBI informants.   

The Aftermath

Stan called her again to make another date.  She said yes, but later that week, her profile disappeared from Christian Mingle and her telephone was disconnected. There was no one living at her apartment on Saturday.   That was the end of that. Stan and his wife, Beth, were pleased with their new deck, however. They ended up paying me fairly.

I only had money to repair the electrical wiring ($1700+).  In November 2007, someone went into my house, while I was at the supermarket and bashed my furnace thoroughly with a sledge hammer.  For the rest of the time until evicted on Christmas Eve 2009,  I had no heat nor air conditioning.   Thus, I adapted quickly to living in a tent during the winter of 2009-2010.

Fascinating Fact – “This could be the last time” was NOT written by the Rolling Stones. It is an old Muskogee-Creek church song!