Now this guy was a total catch and we didn’t meet via the traditional online dating method we actually met via a tattoo design online discussion board. We became really good friends but he was unfortunately not on the market he had been widowed less than a year and was still deeply grieving the loss of his wife. They’d been childhood friends, married right out of high school and he was having a tough time dealing with life without her. I’m not sure if the fact they didn’t have kids made it worse but I suspect it might have contributed to his choice to be deployed overseas into an area that was and still is very dangerous.
However we did go on “friendship dates” basically as he hated going out to eat or movies or whatever on his own he’d ring me and if I wasn’t busy I’d meet him and we’d go out. I’d fill him in on what was happening in my dating, career and crazy housemate world and he’d occasionally unload about stress he was having both work and personal. He stuck in my life for nearly 8 months before his application for deployment came through and he was sent to hell to help train the local police forces. He never came home from that deployment and I often wonder if the choices he made on the day the police compound he was working at in hell came under attack was directly related to the fact he was still grieving.
He was firmly convinced I was a magnet for trouble and agreed with my lil sister who once described my x-dates back in my teens to 20s as the “Stray dogs, losers, psychos and nut job brigade” . Mr Policeman suspicions were confirmed as far as he was concerned the day I was telling him about this guy who was really gung-ho to meet me for a date but something just felt off and I couldn’t put my finger on why so just to ease my mind and I suspect to make sure I was safe he asked what info I had on the guy. Since the guy had sent me an e-mail with his photo and details once I got home I forward it to Mr Policeman just before I went to bed that night.
About an hour later I get a call from Mr Policeman wanting to know if this guy new where I lived, no I’m not that stupid. The next question was when and where was I meeting this guy for a date. I said I would have to go check my e-mail as the guy was going to e-mail me about it and oddly he didn’t have a phone and why was Mr Policeman so interested in this guy basically I wasn’t getting out of bed to check my e-mail at 01:00 when I had to get up at 06:00 without a bloody good reason.
Turns out there was a bloody good reason. Mr Wanted had escaped jail in some other state and had a federal warrant out for his arrest, nothing to bad or to violent just manufacture & distribution of drugs and a grievous bodily harm charge as far as they knew he’d never been arrested for hurting any of the women in his life. That got me out of bad and checking my e-mail which sure enough there was the details of the date which included a request to pick him up as he currently had a broken leg from a miner motorbike accident and he’d included his address.
I never asked what happened but I did get an e-mail the day before the date which was from his brother telling me that Mr Wanted wasn’t going to make the date he’d had to move rather unexpectedly for work. I never replied and on the advice of Mr Policeman changed my e-mail address and deleted all my online profiles.
For me that was the final strew and it was what kicked off my decision to go to a “matchmaker” who technically should vet the clients and make sure shit like this didn’t happen. As it turned out those dates were just as bad.