The Ultimate Betrayal?

Have you ever had an opinion about someone that you knew to be true, but just needed that extra piece of proof to make you feel okay with that opinion? Well I’ve been feeling that way and finally got that proof last night.

This is about Mike. (No that’s not his real name.)

I went out with Mike in January.  We met online on POF. We had an instant connection and quickly moved through the modes of contact. (Email on the site –> private email –> phone/text –> actual date) Our date was great.  But then he vanished, and his explanation for said disappearing act didn’t make any sense. So I moved on.

A month later, he came back to me with a few business opportunities. Being a single mom, I’m always interested in legit work-from-home opportunities. And at first things went great.

And then things didn’t go great. In the end, the business venture never even took flight, and I was out about $1200.

Through that experience, he showed me who he was. I fell for his “Church” talk, thinking he was a good person because so much of what we worked on was for his church.  I now know that was his cover.

Let’s fast-forward to last night. I was on FB chatting with my friend Megan. She’d been trying to find info on a guy she’s going to go out with, but was striking out. Well last night she finally found dirt on him. And the dirt was good. He was exactly who he said he was.

I’m not sure why, but something in my gut told me to Google Mike. I’m fairly certain I Googled him back in January, but this Mommy Brain thing is REAL; my memory is gone.

So I Googled him. And the THIRD result was a SEX OFFENDER page. And his photo. I was shocked!!!!!

At 29, this man was a teacher at a vocational school having sex with a student who was under 17. Disgusting!

And after a few minutes, things that had confused me started to make sense. No wonder he said business things were going to have to go through my name. No wonder he couldn’t rent an apartment for me.

But the scariest thing – when I used a different search engine to look him up, his conviction and mug shot were nowhere in my search results. (But this fact also makes me think I really did Google him earlier.)

You know, I’m not sure when the appropriate time to tell someone “Oh, I’m a convicted sex offender,” but I feel like that time came and went with Mike.

My head is still spinning.

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