We agreed to meet at a church there in the heart of the town.After we met, I followed him in his car to a very nice restaurant where the town people seem to know him and he introduced me to several of his acquaintances.In my loneliness and depressed state I fell for each and everyone. Soon one asked me out for lunch and he drove fifty miles to meet me at Applebee's restaurant here in this little country town south of Atlanta, GA.I soon was a member of so many sites I could not keep up with my screen names. He was rather handsome, very polite and exhibited excellent etiquette while eating. After a long day at the office he would massage my feet and if you enjoy a foot massage you understand how relaxing that can be.I lost interest in reading and writing, and I stopped going to church.The clue that gave away the fact that all he was interested in was having sex was, he kept saying, time is of the essence" and "at my age, time is running out on me." I don't think one would have to be a Sherlock Holmes to figure things out.I refused to go inside to see how beautifully he had decorated his motor coach. I said a quick good bye and told him that I hoped time would not run out on him until he at least drove his motor home back to Florida.
The depression left me numb and I did not want to do anything but sleep.
I certainly didn't want him to die on the interstate somewhere! This gentleman told me that his home was insured for half million dollars.
I thought "Wow, I sure hope this is the one.'' Rememeber, our communication was going on through a match finder web site that we had both paid dearly to join, and not through our own email addresses.
Looking back I was very close to a nervous breakdown. At that time, Papa as I called him had been dead for eight months. It took about two hours to fill in the questionnaire.
Feeling guilty and somewhat ashamed, I decided to join the web site in hopes of finding a pen pal or activity partner. I found my latest photo, posted it to the site and answered all the questions about my personality and the requirements of what I was looking for in a gentleman friend.