Death of a Salesman

Well there is a first time for everything.

I met a guy on Bumble who seemed genuine enough.  We chatted pleasantly and moved to text.

He claimed he worked for Doctors Without Borders as an Orthopedic surgeon.

We didn’t chat very much for reasons that seemed intact.  I had friends visiting and all my free time was consumed and he was due to be out of the country this past week.  We were arranging a date for the upcoming week.

I suppose if I think about it, I didn’t check his Bumble GPS because I was too busy and it was only a first date.

During the chat over 2 weeks, again, very light chatter, there were some things that started to come up as red flags that I disregarded.  One being, his English wasn’t great and he rarely spoke about himself.  He would pop in and out, always staying in touch, but never really giving away any information, the conversation remain too generalized.

In hindsight, when I went back through my messages, I didn’t give anything away either, other than general responses to his questions.  “How are you?”  was met with “Hi! I’m great – I have friends in town   – how are you?”    It never moved past that.

Until this morning when he sent the following text:

Well, no harm no foul.  I didn’t invest anything into this imaginary Brandon and blocked and deleted him immediately after I sent the last text.

Lesson learned is when I am distracted or I have too many men I am juggling, I obviously didn’t pay close enough attention to him.

Author: Madeline Harper

My journey through divorce and an emotional and sexual reawakening. Love, laughter, friendships, family and heartbreak included. And there is sex, lots of it, so close your eyes and turn the page if that's not for you! While I started this blog as an endeavor to journal my thoughts and feelings in an attempt to better understand myself, it has become an amazing platform from which I have met some of the most interesting and wonderful people in my life. My path is often crooked, but I hope you will share in the journey with me.

11 thoughts on “Death of a Salesman”

  1. The MO of this salesman is very familiar. I’m noticing a lot of “orthopedic surgeons” and other medical specialists affiliated with the UN or Doctors without Borders popping up on Tinder and Bumble. I encountered one who was supposedly working in Afghanistan. Sometimes they maneuver their phone GPS so it doesn’t always appear they are thousands of miles away. In many ways, they are stupid – using the same professions, employer, and work locations. All of this contributes to the difficulties of online dating. Good luck to those of us who are real! (Love the title of your post.)

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    1. I had never really understood Doctors Without Borders so I asked him a lot of questions and, in hindsight, his answers were canned / not the type of easy flow of information from a normal conversation. Had I been paying more attention I probably should have caught that sooner!

      It’s really ridiculous. I want to know who falls for something as foolish as this – in terms of agreeing to send money. The guy didn’t even work hard enough with me to “pull me in”.

      He better up his game!

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  2. If I had an ounce of gold for every scammer who has tried to dupe me I’d be rich! I’ve become an expert at fishing them out. Offshore oil riggers who live in the midwest United States? Yeah right!!

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