When I met the Count I had just joined a free online dating site. I didn't really think I would meet any serious guys given that it was a free site but at the same time figured....you never know. He was 41, divorced just over a year with 2 kids, including a son about the same age as my oldest son. After a few emails back and forth, I felt like the Count and I had enough common interest to keep talking and it was a bonus that he lived in the same large neighborhood as me. We even discovered we had lived in the same neighborhoods a few times in the past. On our first meeting we went on a run and it seemed refreshing that I met someone that was willing to get out and be active with me and didn't seem to mind that the first time we met face to face, I was covered in sweat! He was quite the charmer...always saying the right things, helped my son with a few football pointers since he coached football, and appearing to genuine about wanting to get to know me. He would come over often since we lived near each other and at times even brought me lunch for work the next day. He seemed wonderful and I really liked him. There was always a little nagging feeling that some things didn't add up. He didn't seem to spend much time with his kids, didn't talk about them allot and was evasive about certain things regarding his divorce. Well, I did what any smart woman would do with placed in this situation....I googled him! Now, I don't like to brag or anything, but I'm pretty good at finding out what I want to know and this situation was no different. I was able to get his ex-wifes name and found that she worked in real estate and even had a short personal profile telling potential clients a little about herself....including the fact that she had four kids. Four kids? The Count said two....a girl in High school and a boy in Jr. high. Hmmmm. Lucky for me she worked for the same real estate office as a friend....who said she knew who she was and often brought her young kids to work.
When I asked the Count about this he denied, denied, denied having more than 2 kids. Until I mentioned that my friend works with his ex-wife, at which time he turned on the dramatics about not just asking him upfront and how I opened fresh wounds and the 2 youngest weren't really his blah, blah, blah. He was seriously trying to turn his lie into something that was MY fault. Sorry buddy, not going to happen. I think I'll hold out for a man who can remember how many kids he has!
I've also decided it's not good to trust a guy that swears your hot when you just got done running 3.5 miles in Florida's summer heat and are standing on the side walk sweating buckets. No good can come of that.
One...one kids ha ha ha! Two...two kids ha ha ha! Three...three kids ha ha ha! Four...four kids ha ha ha!
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