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My friend Sue thought she would do me a favor and introduce me to this gentleman who owns half of the coast of south carolina, a few plantation homes ... what have you. I had no clue of her intension's. I worked for her as a part time personal assistant. She needed me to drive her to south carolina.
there is a duck camp on some island these men go to. well they decided to have a duck hunting party in feb. Sue and I go to this camp the only women there. everyone is half drunk, Sue is making out with her man and I am there entertaining the other men with my charming personality. Well lol Daddy Warbucks has taken a liking to me. He seems to know more about me then I told him. I knew Sue had this setup.
How cool is that visions of me on the beach with no one around, my horses in the back yard flowers everywhere. More money then I know what to do with. This man had our wedding planned.
Of course every rose has it's thorn ... this one was missing a face, 2 eyes and his arm. He was in an explosion, almost died, had to rip his own arm off to escape. He made fun of his hair piece and big glasses. What he didn't know was that it was hanging half down his face showing the back of his head. The more he drank the worse it became. I was too pissed at the time to be able to laugh as I am now.
Sue and her man got a room leaving me with big daddy. He had serious medical issues. Like a respirator and had to wear this special hat at night. He also carried a gun as drunk as he was I thought he would hurt himself or me. He told me about all the pills he had to take every day and how limited his life was. He begged me to help him; to take care of him.
There is no way. Not for all the money in the world would I give someone I didn't love the best years of my life. I can't imagine what my sex life with him would be like.
I got out of there after a few hours of restless sleep. Daddy Warbucks sent flowers, candy and endless calls. I never returned his calls or thanked him for the flowers. After a month or so he got the hint.
Serial daters do not need to be fixed up with anyone. It's a good way to strain a friendship.