You always felt deep down that when push came to shove you could make an excellent amateur sleuth. Tonight your going find out.
Tonight was the worst date you’ve ever been on. So bad that you are going to follow this guy home and observe what goes on until you get to the bottom of this. Things just don’t add up.
When you agreed to go with Beth, your life long besty, to the speed dating night you never expecting to meet a perfect dreamboat like Rick. In the three minutes allotted he was funny, charming and complimentary. And of course his incredible good looks helped seal in that love at first sight feeling.
It’s Never Too Late Love Match, the speed dating company designated for the 40+ set, sent you his email address. You used it to to arrange a Friday night dinner date. You also used it to check him out online. From his myspace and public photos on facebook you learned a lot. He is very popular, 367 friends. He was definitely single and looking. He liked Friends, The Office and Hooty and the Blowfish just like you. He was a college graduate. You added popular, funny, smart and dreamy to your description of him.
When you called Beth to tell her about your date with “Mr. Dreamy” she said she was so happy for you. Beth is a very obsessed with wanting a boyfriend. You both are. Neither of you are laughing when you introduce yourselves as “a couple of happy spinsters”. It’s annoying, but hey, she’s your besty. You are not sure but you think she was actually crying.
Not only was “Mr. Dreamy” not acting dreamy on your date, he was a nightmare. He strolled in 20 minutes late and only stayed for one drink. He didn’t even offer to pay he just walked out when he finished his Double Grey Goose and Red Bull. He barely even looked at you. He just texted and looked at his phone. When the sweet young waitress with a little baby bump walked away from the table he quipped
“Hey,what is the difference between a pregnant woman and a light bulb? You can unscrew a light bulb.”
That bad joke is what sealed the deal. Something very strange must be going on here. This was not the same dreamy Rick you grew to know and dare I say love over the last week.
You know what must be done. Follow his car. Call Beth and have her meet you with some snacks. This could become an all night stakeout. If indeed it is what you suspect, a case of a meddling evil twin, you may be doing him a huge favor. You might even save his life if the evil twin is holding him hostage or something.
Good luck and happy amateur sleuthing.
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