THE AMAZING INTERNET AND THE CHARMING SCOUNDREL:
Ahhh, but it seems that we lowly wenches are underestimated in our abilities to find out what we need to know/what we SHOULD know when it comes to face-to-face meetings with self-proclaimed (and rightly so) charming scoundrels. However, I am (pardon me if this sounds cocky, but I am) a little brighter than the average wench, a lot more driven to gather information if I have a “need to know” and so much more tenacious when I am driven to be so.
This particular charming scoundrel, while amazingly bright, was not so clever at hiding his tracks, and I, in my usual state of self-awareness, decided to do my own search based on tiny clues he provided (even though he lied both about his age and his marital status). Most of what he said was true. While I have little interest in “carrying on” with a man who lies about rather important things, it should be noted that I discovered his true identity by a dead-on Google search.
Of course, a scoundrel, being what he is, will vehemently deny the evidence even when confronted, and lay claim to a crazed female stalking him and causing him undue (???) pain and suffering so that he must disappear quickly. [ED: I was not the crazed female and doubt that one really exists.] Oh, the tragedy of it all (smirk).
You might have won the battle, Robert M., a/k/a charming scoundrel, but I won the war.
Pixels may lie. Voices usually don’t, deep New York voices, in particular. Don’t mess with a future bounty hunter, sugar.
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