Catfish catches a live one
Dear loved ones,
Something happened to me last year, well over a year ago now, it was in May 2019. I have very briefly mentioned it in one of my blog posts and alluded to it in a poem, but the whole truth hasn’t come out. I am very embarrassed. I feel like such a sucker and an idiot. Naïve and gullible.
My daughter signed me up on a dating site because she thought that I was way too young, sexy and beautiful to be alone and I needed to find a man who would treat me the way I should be treated with adoration and worship. (my daughter loves me very much).
This was my very first experience on a dating site. I was excited. I swiped left if I liked how someone looked, or liked their bio especially if it made me laugh, or if they had big muscles and were tall (ha ha). Of course, it was all superficial but what else is there to go on before you meet someone in person.
This man who called himself, John Fisher (I kid you not), matched with me. His messages were so nice and natural, sincere and honest. He was looking for a long-term relationship. I wasn’t thinking about long-term anything, just a date and we would see, kind of thing. I wanted to meet right away before too much time went on, but that would be impossible because he was far away on an oil rig in the Venezuela Sea and he had two more months before his retirement then he was moving to Toronto.
So, we only had text messages because he could not phone or even do face time because of being on this oil rig. I believed him. I had no idea about what a person can do or not do on an oil rig and I never thought to check. Why would someone lie to me about any of this? I soon found out.
We talked (texted) every day for 3 weeks, mostly during the night when I couldn’t sleep, and he wooed me and sent me poetry and love songs and told me he loved me. His messages were getting more and more sexual and I was really getting turned on as well. He said he couldn’t wait until he retired to see me so he would arrange to take some vacation time which he was not intitled to but it could be arranged if I messaged his employer on his behalf to get the time off.
There were paper documents from the employer and everything looked very official. The catch was, because John was not due his vacation at that time a special helicopter would be chartered to take him off the rig and guess who was responsible to pay for it? You guessed right.
Next thing I was required to pay for was his flight to Toronto. He assured me that once he was on dry land, he would reimburse me for everything I spent on him. The tickets were purchased and I was sent a copy of the ticket which looked real, with all the right information. I checked the airport to see if this flight actually existed and it all checked out. I was beside myself with excitement to finally see him and be with him.
On the day of his departure from Venezuela he informs me that he has to fly to Italy instead for an emergency meeting with clients for his new business venture and that he will come to Toronto in a few days.
Now the bells are going off. Why I didn’t listen to my own internal warnings long before, I do not know. I just spent $3,000 to get him to Toronto, and now he has to fly somewhere else!!!
He phoned me from Italy (or that is where he said he was) and asked me for more money for this new business as he had put all he had into it and was short only $5,000. He says this business was for us for our future life together. I was not convinced anymore and finally saw the light. About time! I hid all this from my daughter. I know that she would have talked some sense into me, but I wanted to believe he was telling the truth and that he loved me.
I finally phoned the police and made a report. I also went to the bank and put in a claim to get some of my money back. I did get a portion of it back, but not the majority. What a fool I was and I am so ashamed that I could be so easily taken in and taken advantage of.
I have watched a few episodes of the 90-day Fiancé which featured Yolanda and Williams (the catfish), and I can understand why she was so convinced that Williams was a real person and was love blind to his antics. It was so obvious to everyone else though. Yolanda was just looking for love and she didn’t want to live her life alone. I can relate.
I hope you do not think less of me now that you know this story. I will include a photo of John Fisher and you will see why I thought he was the bomb. I did a reverse image of his photos and found out his real name is Wolfgang Binder and he lives in Germany. He has no idea that his photos are being used to lure foolish women into parting with their money. He also had no idea how much I was drooling over his photos every day. I hope he received some good vibes from all the love. Ha ha.
Thank you for reading my blog post today. I have been shy to share this with you, but I want you to know everything. I love you. Hugs & Kisses, Summerhill Lane