A dear neighbor here in Crestline, a young 50-something professional, foolishly married an Internet date last spring, after the thaw.
Naturally, he moved right into her lovely cabin and began rearranging the furniture and her life. He quit his job – too far to drive – and spent his days chopping wood for the single, lonely old ladies in our neighborhood, myself included. When he ran out of wood to chop, he began visiting me as soon as my friend left for work down the hill.
I’m over 70 years wise and have no desire whatsoever to befriend this loser in any way. Our “visit” is me in my bathrobe peeking out the front door and not-so-kindly letting him know that I’m off limits, that I do not want him to share intimate details of this shipwreck of a relationship.
Should I let my friend know my concerns? Or should I keep my big mouth shut and silently watch the house of cards fall from across the street?
No Judgments Here
Dear No Judgments,
As Dino shared with us many, many years ago, “Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime.” Unfortunately, falling head over heals for a fraud on an Internet dating site is all the rage.
I’m picturing your friend snowbound for four weeks last February into late March, curled up in front of a raging fire on her sumptuous couch communicating by way of a costly online matchup with Casanova, his verbose promises of romantic trysts curling her toes inside her comfy woolen socks.
I am very sure, now that winter is coming round again, she is wising up. Unless after polishing the hardwood floors, he is preparing gourmet meals, folding and putting away the laundry, scouring the loo and sweeping up the driveway before she returns home each evening, she is not going to put up with this dead weight after the New Year.
Give this some time to cure. Hopefully, she will come to her good senses and relieve the neighborhood of this worthless conniving womanizer. If not, and if your friendship is strong, you have my permission to speak to her directly and break her heart before he breaks her bank.
Sidney
Send your questions for Sidney to Sidney@thealpinemountaineer.com or by snail mail to Dear Sidney, The Alpine Mountaineer, P.O. Box 4572, Crestline, CA 92325.
This advice is intended for entertainment purposes only. No animals were harmed in the writing of this column.
0 Comments