The one that was too depressing (for me!)to publish until now: The Man with the 65ft Yacht
Wow.
Honestly, I don't want to sound like I only run into bad apples.
I meet plenty of really nice men, but I only blog about those who I feel passionately about or who really hurt me...the nice guys just aren't a story, until I fall in love with one of 'em.
It is really hard not to carry baggage when these seem to be the best characters that I meet. (the ones that I write about!) When I meet someone who may be a viable option, I get off all the dating sites, with hopes and prayers that I won't need to return. If my stories are not enough reason to work harder on your marriage or relationship, then I don't know what to tell you.
11 years single after a 17 year marriage together, and THIS is the best I can come up with!?
My daughter tells me I share too much, but I share as a warning, because many women tell me that they learn from my stories, and honestly now...I feel like I can see the bad guys coming...just like this one.
I met Boatman at Monty's South Beach on June 30, 2019, when a mutual friend introduced us, and told me that Boatman had a 65 ft yacht, which I learned he kept docked in Fort Lauderdale, because his insurance is only $5,000 instead of the $10,000/mos, as it was when it was docked in South Beach. The boat has 3 state rooms he told me, and he lives on it. Boatman rents out his condo in FLL, and his only daughter, age 31 lives at his place in San Diego with some girlfriends, who it sounded like he charges minimal rent.
The night we met, my girlfriend left me talking to Boatman and his friend, and so when they left, they drove me the short distance to my home, and he asked to see me again on the next night.
When Monday came, the night of our date, he told me he wasn't sure of the time, but told me it would be around 5pm, and he would call. So, I made sure to be ready around this time. He did call about 3 times that day, but in the final call, he said he was on his way back to his boat ...something about the AC not working, and him needing to save the fish he had on board. This didn't bother me. I was ready to go, so I just went and visited my daughters. He called me again while I was there, and I told him I would call him when I returned home.
We talked on the phone until just after mid-night, when I said I needed to go to bed, and made another date for Tuesday(the next night). He came and took me out Tuesday, and then again on Wednesday. All the while calling me throughout the days, which was very nice. We went a couple of different places each night, which I love.
I told him a story about a guy who took me out, and appeared drunk when he dropped me off, but not wanting to invite him in to my place, I let him drive away, and that I had felt bad/guilty doing it (especially after the next day, when it was a couple days before I heard from him again), but that I kept telling myself that he was a grown man, and should know how much he can drink!? After hearing this story, Boatman told me that I did absolutely the right thing, and that I should never feel like I HAVE to invite a man in to my apartment and/or to spend the night.
However, ironically, that seemed to be what Boatman kept insinuating. I never invited him into my apartment after each date, and kept the affection shown to a minimum, because I just wasn't feeling completely right about him...wasn't sure why!
Boatman seemed to be fun, handsome, accomplished, but it just wasn't feeling right. Right up until the last time he took me out in his big black SUV, and a call came in to interrupt the song on the radio. The first time, he cancelled it before I noticed who called. Then she called back, and he let it ring a couple times before he cancelled the call unanswered. It had said that "Katya, my true love" was calling. I asked who that was, and he laughed it off, and said it was his cousin.
Something wasn't right! I just kept thinking of how hard it must be to enter those words into the car data base everytime this girl calls him!! COUSIN??? Ummm I didn't think so...This caused me to further distance myself, and then he attempted to turn things around with promises of travel together yadda yadda yadda...date ended early...like 7:30 pm. He dropped me off, and I let him drive home to finish whatever he had to on the boat, so I could see it the next day.
4 times during our 2 week relationship Boatman cancelled our date, just before it, and then fifth time, he was supposed to pick me up and take me to Fort Lauderdale for the evening, after work, to see this 65 ft yacht that I'd heard so much about. However, after calling me consistently every morning and afternoon that week, on Friday morning he didn't call. Actually, I heard nothing from him. Radio Silent, until I called HIM! He answered, and said he'd just been very busy, so I asked if we were still going to go to his boat tonight, and he responded YES, of course.
Then, Boatman asked if he could start "spending a couple of nights a week" with me, and I responded, "let's just see how this weekend goes, because so far things haven't been really consistent with you."
July 13, 2019, that was the last time I heard from him...until yesterday.
Honestly, I don't want to sound like I only run into bad apples.
I meet plenty of really nice men, but I only blog about those who I feel passionately about or who really hurt me...the nice guys just aren't a story, until I fall in love with one of 'em.
It is really hard not to carry baggage when these seem to be the best characters that I meet. (the ones that I write about!) When I meet someone who may be a viable option, I get off all the dating sites, with hopes and prayers that I won't need to return. If my stories are not enough reason to work harder on your marriage or relationship, then I don't know what to tell you.
11 years single after a 17 year marriage together, and THIS is the best I can come up with!?
My daughter tells me I share too much, but I share as a warning, because many women tell me that they learn from my stories, and honestly now...I feel like I can see the bad guys coming...just like this one.
The night we met, my girlfriend left me talking to Boatman and his friend, and so when they left, they drove me the short distance to my home, and he asked to see me again on the next night.
When Monday came, the night of our date, he told me he wasn't sure of the time, but told me it would be around 5pm, and he would call. So, I made sure to be ready around this time. He did call about 3 times that day, but in the final call, he said he was on his way back to his boat ...something about the AC not working, and him needing to save the fish he had on board. This didn't bother me. I was ready to go, so I just went and visited my daughters. He called me again while I was there, and I told him I would call him when I returned home.
We talked on the phone until just after mid-night, when I said I needed to go to bed, and made another date for Tuesday(the next night). He came and took me out Tuesday, and then again on Wednesday. All the while calling me throughout the days, which was very nice. We went a couple of different places each night, which I love.
I told him a story about a guy who took me out, and appeared drunk when he dropped me off, but not wanting to invite him in to my place, I let him drive away, and that I had felt bad/guilty doing it (especially after the next day, when it was a couple days before I heard from him again), but that I kept telling myself that he was a grown man, and should know how much he can drink!? After hearing this story, Boatman told me that I did absolutely the right thing, and that I should never feel like I HAVE to invite a man in to my apartment and/or to spend the night.
However, ironically, that seemed to be what Boatman kept insinuating. I never invited him into my apartment after each date, and kept the affection shown to a minimum, because I just wasn't feeling completely right about him...wasn't sure why!
Boatman seemed to be fun, handsome, accomplished, but it just wasn't feeling right. Right up until the last time he took me out in his big black SUV, and a call came in to interrupt the song on the radio. The first time, he cancelled it before I noticed who called. Then she called back, and he let it ring a couple times before he cancelled the call unanswered. It had said that "Katya, my true love" was calling. I asked who that was, and he laughed it off, and said it was his cousin.
Something wasn't right! I just kept thinking of how hard it must be to enter those words into the car data base everytime this girl calls him!! COUSIN??? Ummm I didn't think so...This caused me to further distance myself, and then he attempted to turn things around with promises of travel together yadda yadda yadda...date ended early...like 7:30 pm. He dropped me off, and I let him drive home to finish whatever he had to on the boat, so I could see it the next day.
4 times during our 2 week relationship Boatman cancelled our date, just before it, and then fifth time, he was supposed to pick me up and take me to Fort Lauderdale for the evening, after work, to see this 65 ft yacht that I'd heard so much about. However, after calling me consistently every morning and afternoon that week, on Friday morning he didn't call. Actually, I heard nothing from him. Radio Silent, until I called HIM! He answered, and said he'd just been very busy, so I asked if we were still going to go to his boat tonight, and he responded YES, of course.
Then, Boatman asked if he could start "spending a couple of nights a week" with me, and I responded, "let's just see how this weekend goes, because so far things haven't been really consistent with you."
July 13, 2019, that was the last time I heard from him...until yesterday.
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