After the bank robber, I shut down my online dating accounts and focused on building a business where I could dedicate my life to helping other people date smarter and safer. Dating got put on the back burner and I holed up and worked tirelessly to change the state of the online dating landscape.
I was on the news a few times and I was so incredibly grateful to have some amazing write-ups. Talk about market validation, right? I look up and thank the universe often and try to keep my vibration as high as I can. Okay – so what about this Air Force Officer you brought up Julie? Oh, the Idiot Sandwich? Yeah. Let’s talk about him for a quick second.
One of our clients needed us to do some recon on a woman he had met on OkCupid. I can’t give too many details other than to say that I personally took over the search as it was this enormous elaborate scam and they were trying to get money from our client. He had her username on OkCupid so I had to reactivate my account to take a look at her profile.
As I log on, I immediately get a message from a handsome stranger asking me something peculiar… “So, between me and you… who would drive the getaway car?” And since I believe in weird signs and laugh at a random bank robber reference, I comply and message him back.
We got along quickly so I decided to let him in my secret that I’m Queen Sleuth. I tell him I’m not actually here to date – only to recon. He persists. So I got bolder and tell him that if he has secrets, I will find them because I’ve made it my life goal to stop jerks from wasting someone else’s time. Finally, I send him the link to me on Channel 4 talking about how I’ll creep the hell out of him and that he shouldn’t waste my time if he has anything to hide.
He tells me I have nothing to worry about, loves that I’m helping people date safer, and that we’ll have a great time if we go out. So… I agree to a date. I do a super quick search and get the guys facebook profile but I’m too busy for a deep dive. And I mean come on. What kind of idiot would try to hide a secret after all that?
We texted a bit that night and the next day I get a message that he’s excited for our date. I respond in *blue* saying “If you are who you say you are, we’ll have a good time. His response follows.
So… this idiot. Decides. Not. To. Waste. My. Time.
Hey thanks, asshat. #PeaceOut ????
Turns out that no one.. not even me.. is safe these days. Order a report.