I have been very busy lately trying to finish my current novel, Restored Hope. It is all about finding true happiness when you have given up on it. When the fates have stepped in and made life wonderful. Wouldn't it be great if we were all the characters we created in our books?
I am trying very hard to figure out how I manage to draw the same type of man even over the internet. My ex-husband turned out to be a controlling, manipulative, drug-addicted liar. He wouldn't know how to tell the truth if it hit him in the face. His lies became so extravagant I don't think he could keep them straight. In the 16 years I've been divorced I have managed to get involved with two men that were slightly lesser images of him. The first one didn't do drugs, but the tales he wove were amazing. He was in the CIA, he did Search and Rescue, he was enrolled in night school to get a masters degree. Then I find out that he's married! Huh, who knew? The second one? He made taking aspirin look simple - I've never seen so many different pills mixed together in my life and the way a person reacts - let's just say that it isn't pretty - not one bit!
I sort of swore off men 9 years ago - I don't think anyone could blame me. So I tried this internet thing. Things are going great, I start talking to this guy, we have perfect conversations until one night - BAM! He guesses that I drive a red corvette. I say, "No, I've never driven a red corvette." He asks, "Are you sure?" I responded, "Yes, I'm sure. I've never even wanted to drive a corvette." There's an awkward silence to which I ask, "Have you seen someone who looks like me driving a red corvette?" He hung up on me. Just like that! Now mind you - we haven't met yet - we've only talked over the phone.
My phone rings at 12:38 AM (in the middle of the night in case you missed that!) He doesn't say a word - pretty creepy - huh?
The next day he calls around 2:20 in the afternoon and pretends nothing is wrong when he asked me how I was and I said OK - he hung up on me again. I'm thinking - what the #%!%$#@ is going on here?
The next day he calls and asks me how I am I said fine and you, he says so-so. I finally said, "What's going here?" He answered, "What do you mean?" Well apparently he didn't even remember the conversation about the corvette - but sort of remembers the middle of the night call.
WELL if there is one thing I've learned in the last 16 years -- I told him to lose my number and never call me again.
SO, is it my magnetic personality that draws these guys - even across the internet?
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