Before I move on to the Caretaker who taught me a valuable lesson about lies, which I later stupidly ignored, I have to tell you two other stories. Just because they are fun.

The first story is about a young man that I have written to for a while. He was just 26 and I was hesitant to meet him, because he lived very close to my hometown. I wouldn’t risk any rumors and even if he was sweet and fun, I kept saying no to him.

At the same time, I was chatting with another man who I also found very interesting. He wasn’t really my type, but I scolded myself for being intolerant, so I continued our chat, and at some point, he charmed his way in. We met up, had a first date with a very promising kiss, and eventually I invited him over for a cup of coffee to see if we would go further.

We did, and it was okay, and afterwards we sat and had a cup of coffee talking about this and that. At that point he mentions that he was actually married! I didn’t know that, otherwise I would never have agreed on the first date at all.

He told me that his wife had been seriously ill for about 6-8 years, his daughter was addicted to drugs and sometimes he just found his life so hard. He couldn’t leave his wife, because … first of all, he still loved her, and secondly everybody would think he was a piece of s*** if he left his very ill wife.

That made me think afterwards. I have written with many married men, and some of them have very ill spouses. Cancer or other ugly diseases. It made me wonder (sounding a bit like Carrie Bradshaw here, sorry), but is adultery really just black and white?

Is it okay to cheat on your sick spouse, if that is the thing that makes you stomach the dark times? Or are you supposed to put your own life on hold till the spouse either is dead or you make the sh**-move of leaving somebody very sick and weak?

I don’t have the answer. I don’t know what I would do, if I was in that situation, but I’m just saying that things aren’t black and white. We are always told that if we are in a plane crash we should put on the oxygen mask over our own mouth first, so that we are able to help others. Is this the same situation? If you must stay strong to be the rock for your spouse, is it then okay to get the “energy” somewhere else?

Though question.

Anyway … he talked about his kids, and he not only had this daughter, but he also had two sons … Can you see where I am going with this? 😉

Precisely! The one son was the young guy of 26, with whom I had been communicating with and even considered to meet up with. It started when he talked about the sons work change which was atypical. I had heard that story before! I froze and probed carefully, and he eventually showed me pictures of his kids. And yes … it was the same guy.

Dodged that bullet … Can you imagine that? Hooking up with both father and son?? A potential disaster. 

The second story is an incident I had with Loco.

It was a Friday night. My daughter was at her dad’s and the coast was clear. It was a warm summer evening and the neighbors across my house were sitting with some friends out on their terrasse, enjoying the nice weather.

Loco came, and I watched him walk up my front yard, while my neighbors watched him curiously (small town). We had some coffee, he showed me some rope- and card tricks he had been working on, and then the party moved into the bedroom.

We were having the usual fun when suddenly the doorbell rang.

I wasn’t expecting anyone and was ready to ignore the doorbell because I was sitting on top of Loco, but the person at the door kept pushing the bell. Very insistingly. I had no choice to throw on some clothes and look out the window.

And to my terror I saw my daughter standing there.

I panicked. Shouted through the door that she had to wait a minute, running back to the bedroom, and shouting at Loco that he should take his clothes and disappear out my backdoor and through my garden. I shoved him out on the terrasse, and at that point he only had a chance to put on his underwear. I hurriedly closed the curtains and then ran out to greet my daughter.

Carefully I guided her into the kitchen. The only room where she wouldn’t be able to look through a window and see either my garden or the front of the house. I had no idea how far Loco had come, and I wouldn’t risk her seeing a naked man standing on our terrasse.

She had her back to the other windows and I saw the top of Locos head as he sneaked by. She missed him only by seconds as she turned around and walked into her own room.

Then I walked to the windows overlooking my front yard, where Loco stood with a big grin and waved goodbye. And to make matters worse … my neighbors and their friends also were so kind to wave to me. Even a cross the street I could see their amusement.

I am glad to have given them some entertainment. First Loco comes, then my daughter a couple of hours later and seconds after my daughter’s arrival, Loco paces through the front yard with his shoes still in his hands.

I knew that I was dating to feel alive and to get some experiences, but this was not what I had expected!

But … of course it is funny (now!) and a good story. 😉

By the way, the son eventually wrote to me again, maybe half a year ago and asked if I had changed my mind. Nope, still a potential disaster!

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