Skeletons in the Closet

Funny how a guy can seem so great when you don’t know his background. Stacy has told me many times to check guys out online, that there’s plenty of info to be found in public records. I actually did check public records on one guy to see if he really was divorced {since he cleverly avoided giving me a straight answer on the topic}. But one search turned up way more than I ever expected.

I met Cecil online and was immediately very attracted to him. He had a great smile and was very sweet. We went out a few times and there were definite sparks. We got along really well, and his kisses were amazing. But certain things about him troubled me.

For one, he often didn’t pick up his phone at night when I called, even when he had told me to call around a certain time. He also stood me up a few times with little or no notice, and when I got upset about it, he’d say, “Well I can see you’re feelin some kinda way.” Um, yeah, I’m feelin some kinda pissed off, pal. I really started wondering if he was married or living with someone, so I started doing a little digging online.

I didn’t have to look far.

I never did find out if Cecil was married or cohabitating, but I did find out that he was a convicted felon. Yep. Apparently, several years earlier, he had beaten one of his neighbors with a shovel because he thought the neighbor had injured his daughter. From the police report, it sounded like his daughter had been taunting the guy, and when he started to come after her, she tried to take off but ran right into a tree. She went home crying and her father grabbed the shovel, came down the street, and proceeded to pummel the guy. Lovely! The best part is, he had told me he avoided confrontation whenever possible because his kids were way too important to him to be away from them, especially for something like prison.

When I told Stacy, she did a little more digging and discovered that he had also once been an accessory to murder. Apparently he and someone else were robbing a store and ended up shooting and killing the cashier. He did some prison time, but I’m not sure how much, altogether. He never gave any indication that he was prone to violence, which made his criminal record that much more shocking. Needless to say, I was suddenly really afraid to have Cecil in my life. I knew better than to tell him what I knew, so I came up with another idea. I told him I thought I was just too needy and clingy for him, that I needed a guy who would be there all the time for me, etc. He never contacted me again after that. I was still a little worried that he’d call or text after a month or so, but thankfully he never did.

At times like this, I’m really glad my parents don’t know much, if anything, about my dating life. I think they’d ship me off to a nunnery {or at least force me to live in their basement}.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s