Last night I met an artist, a gentleman of 60 years. He told me

1) that he could get me a job
2) that he would get me a cellphone (I don't own one)
3) that he could take me travelling around the world
4) that we were "destined" to meet
5) that he was a millionaire - casually inserted in conversation
6) that I am beautiful
7) that he is a well-know sculptor/painter in the area. He is, I
checked him out
8) that he would teach me and the male friend I was with to paint in
oil.

:rofl: Whaddya think? Is he for real? :rofl:

Edited because I think I still have alcohol in my system!

not much hay is grown in Maine and as a result there's a distinct shortage of hayseeds.
;-)

Oh, he also cooks, teaches "metaphysics" and speaks German and some French. I tested him. A well-rounded fellow (but fit & handsome).

Except of course for that tendency to boast about himself.
:rofl:

Laugh. I think not.

emphasis on horribly

cue cheesy mexican accent: i do not think that that artist is a gentleman!

Being rich, handsome, cultured and fairly brilliant probably keeps a guy in good company for many years. But he's getting older and is looking at being alone in his later years. That was my take, anyway... before, during and after the five drinks I downed. It's quite possible that I'm totally wrong!

It couldn't hurt to befriend him. :D

I have to say, WAY out there.

People are afraid of "way out there"...sometimes with good reason, but usually not, I think.

I'm still thinking about giving him the benefit of the doubt. It's strange though. There are men at my door, on the phone and appearing via email, yet I can't find my confidence. Ah shit, who cares? At least I'm looking good and apparently that's what matters.

I'm sure I'd have a difficult time believing him if I were in your shoes. I would say in this case, you're wise to have doubts about his claims...especially since booze has a way of making people say all sorts of weird things.

Still, I think I'd be intrigued by the person...not his trappings. Maybe he wouldn't be the best choice for a romance; but it'd be interesting to see what makes him tick. Does that make sense? Would it be leading him on if you expressed interest in him as a friend?

He sounds interesting. If you think he's too weird or dangerous, get out. Otherwise, see what he has to offer. You don't have to accept.

but I called and cancelled because I was still intoxicated at 8:00 a.m. I've thought it over though and if he calls then I will see him. And, sigh, they always call, except for the one you really want to hear from!

Except Q didn't look like a 60 year old man...


oh, question about the oil: It's not massage oil, is it? :rofl:

but good.

the moral is -- don't do anything i wouldn't do.

:rofl:

that's what he told me. Apparently it realigns the molecules in your brain (!!!) and will give you the peace you so desire...

I called him out on every one of his odd statements and he remained unperturbed.

The oil? Canola.

If you decide to explore his offer of friendship, make sure you meet in public places and that you have someone else with you, and that others know where you are and who you are with.

You might have found a friend. Or not.

I think...?

:evilgrin: results may vary.

but if you're smart -- probably not by much.

But to him, I may appear to be one... I should take advantage of, at least, his offer to get me a job (at a newspaper). I need a job badly.

I am affecting a slight South American gentleman's accent, just for you. Don't let my job as a bookkeeper at a tire shop fool you, I am a millionaire in my soul, where it counts. I could get you a job, too. Can you change tires? I am much younger than 60 (41), and not very fit, but these days I am becoming well-rounded. I could buy you a cell phone, too, though you may have to sign a ten year contract and give me a credit card number. Depends, let me check for specials first.

You and I are destined to meet, for you are beautiful, and I am male. (And that whole Maine-Texas thing is working, too--you know, like the Bush family). I am assuming you are beautiful, for I am a lonely male, and slightly well-rounded.

I, however, am not a well known artist or painter, though there is a man who painted my house who could maybe teach you to paint. And I could teach you to change your oil. Forget your male friend, though, for I am a lonely millionaire, and well-rounded, and have no spare change for guys.

And I almost speak several languages, having studied Latin, Spanish, French, and Arabic. You want to test me. Here, have a sixth drink first. No, that was not a sleeping powder I mixed in, it was a, um, spirit enhancer. It will make you see things as I do, like my million dollars, and my artist's soul, and stars. Wow, will it make you see stars. Aye carumba!

What do you think? Shall I show you the world? I have one on my desk, it won't take long... And like me, it is well-rounded.

Thank you for brightening up an otherwise rather low evening. I will never call you boring - er - pedantic, again! :hug:

He might be for real but I ain't offering good odds....


Khash.

Oldest: "You know, I'm a Kennedy?" :rofl:

I won't come in your mouth.


And Khash just got the thread locked.


Khash.

:rofl:

5...4...3...2....

and I believe that much of what he said was true! If I follow through and meet him as I plan, and am wrong, I will let you know I've been duped.

It probably took him YEARS to come up with that whole rap!

Kidding! I mean, I don't plan to sleep with him or anybody in the near future, regrettably.

he will buy you a Tracfone which requires minutes be loaded on to it. So every time you use up your minutes (easy to do, especially if you txt with it) you come calling back for a reload.

I've only been on the reverse end of this where the girl only calls when she needs more minutes. As long as it doesn't make you feel dirty its a pretty good racket though :) Oh, but pricey. Tracfones in particular suck in terms of $$$$s/min ration

me a cellphone, so I think you may be right on that one. I turned the last guy down too, on all fronts.

get away anywhere without someone being able to reach you. And if you turn off your phone, you get "what for" for not being available.

I miss the old days when I could go for a drive or a walk and nobody could call me and ask, "Where are you?"...

I don't answer the phone at home usually either, although I have call waiting so I can see who it is and call later. As for being unavailable and getting questioned, that was my first thought when Mr. Black Hair and pretty eyes offered me one. And is it like an engagement ring... do I return it if the relationship fails? It's too complicated. Take me out for lobster instead.

hes prepared to actually shell out some cash to score, so why give him a freebie?

now if only I could get me one of them...I'm running dangerously low on funds! :P

The "come outside and I'll show you my spaceship" dudes? :rofl:

have all your teeth, you are IN LUCK! All I had to do was look at this man twice over my friend's shoulder and he was mine for the taking. I guess it works in my favor but... where's the challenge? Laugh.

I've seen this type a hundred times (I write for a living, and did the art colony circuit for years). Here's the part that should make you VERY skeptical:

1.He's an artist.
2.He's a millionaire.

The two are almost universal in their mutual exclusivity. Artists who ARE millionaires either live in New York, or came by their millions through inheritance, or made a lot of money doing something else and then became "artists" of the fancy dilettante variety. It's safe to assume he's lying to impress you. It's safe to assume he's lying about the job, the cell phone and the travel to get you into the sack.

Meditate on the color purple? Lordy. The guy's a walking stereotype.

even a 10 once in a blue moon.

So don't knock it :grin:

Maybe if the "chicks" aren't exactly the sharpest sontokus in the drawer...

you're in PA!

Kiraboo needs some new shoes! :)

On the other hand, what woman is not?

meaning bring on the sugar daddy! :)

Had to color my own hair because I can no longer justify the salon. That is my definition of poverty.

I got it from an online game called Booty Call; the object of it is to help the game's protagonist to get... some action. Well, in one episode the character is working for an escort agency and he gets sent to a rich lady's house and when he sees the size of the house he goes: "Daddy needs new shoes." So ever since then I have always said that, haha. Haven't played that game since... oh... I actually became a little mature. :)

Why would a total stranger.......

1) get you a job
2) get you a cellphone
3) take you travelling around the world
4) tell you that you were "destined" to meet
5) that you he is a millionaire
6) teach me AND the male friend you were with to paint in
oil.

This sounds like the beginning of a horror movie.

For the record, one of his sculptures is in a local club, and one of his paintings in the bookstore where my daughter works. The artist part, at least, is real!

Let it be Starbuck's.....A place with alot of
people. Just be wary....I don't know you but I wouldn;t want anything to happen to you.

Take it from me (I've been there).

I'm a very cautious person but have been going through a lot lately and maybe my guard is down. I will remember what you've said :hug:

My best friend once told me that
you will learn everything you need to know about a person
within the first 15 minutes of conversation...Everyone gives out clues
as to who they really are in that short span of time......You just have to listen....If you pick up hints that somethings not right,
go with your instincts-----your gut is telling you the truth.

THOSE HINTS CAN TELL YOU WHO A PERSON REALLY IS, NOT WHO WE WISH THEM TO BE.

Ever since she gave me that advice, I've taken it to heart, and I've made much better decisions.

Just be careful, meet him in daylight, and let me know how it goes please!

Good luck! :hug: