About a month ago I was at a picnic and this man who I've known as a "Facebook friend" for a few years shows up unexpectedly.
He knew who I was on sight. Upon his arrival he walks right up to me and starts up a conversation.
This man lives in the city in which I am politically active. Someone who lived next door to him was murdered. He is shaken and rightfully wants to know what to do to make the city safer.
I promise to get him the contact information for his councilperson and check with the PD.
That day, there were so many bees at this picnic and they seemed to like swarming around my red hair. I pick up my pocketbook and let him know that I'm heading down to the hardware store to get something to deter those dastardly stingy buggers.
He offers to drive me. In the car, things get a little...uh... warm. He wants to know about my private life and I decline to answer. At some point, he turns bright red and stops staring at me.
We return to the picnic and I end up in a politically heated conversation with a mayoral candidate and two city councilmen from another town. The man leaves. He emails me the next day to remind me of his issue.
I check into it for him and end up uncovering something else that I have to deal with.
I let him know.
A couple of days later, I get a phone call from a friend of his saying that it was important that I meet with him soon. He was sketchy on the details but claimed it would help him network in the community and that my "friend" from the picnic said that I knew just about everybody.
So...I met with my Facebook friend's friend in a coffee shop today. He claims to be an insurance salesman who knows this guy from Facebook.
Guess what he wanted to know?
- My age...
- My marital status...
- When my separation became official...
- When my divorce will become final...
- The name of my lawyer...
- My debt load....
- Plans for moving...
- How many kids live with me....then how many kids I have..
- My work history...
- My plans for the future...
- Whether or not any kids are going to live with me after the divorce...
- If I plan on traveling a lot after I'm divorced ...
- How much money I had in the bank....
- How much money I make...
- and so on...and so on...
So, I kinda told the truth. Things are up in the air and I don't have a lot of information for him.
At the end, the salesman told me that my friend was worried about my situation but had no clue how bad things were. I guess that was one way of having his questions answered. And no, he did not provide me with any literature on insurance products.
Of course, on the way home I thought of all those things I should have said.
When asking about my debt load, I could have lied and said that I owe a small mint for plastic surgery on private parts.
I should have told him about my stint as a salesperson at the local saddle shop (where I sold leather and various types of whips).
Then, I should have asked if death due to S & M accidents were covered under any insurance policy.
Life is weird.
I have to tell you that I really, truly hate Facebook now. If I can't talk to a person in the real world, I am unsure if I want to deal with him in cyberspace.
Love ya,
S.
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