Beware of the fakes out there .. particularly using this picture!

This man’s image is used hundreds if not thousands of times by scammers trying to dupe women.


The #Fightback continues. Fake profiles are reported multiple times, sometimes we are lucky and they are removed first time they are reported, but more typical we have to report them again and again.

Kwabena Thomas has been a busy boy – I have just sent alerts to 19 women interacting with this particular fake profile. This is staggering. I can understand if a woman is approached on a dating website, but unless these women are being approached in Facebook groups, they must be accepting random friend’s requests.

Ladies, if you get a request from someone that you do not know, particularly if they are located in a different country, and you have no (real life) Facebook friends in common – BEWARE! PARTICULARLY if they are using the images of this man (who is real, legit, and happily married).

To read more and see the 100s of fake profiles using this man’s pictures take a look at the website and blog I created to warn women:

Or join the Facebook group Fightback Fakedatingdotcom Staysafe Online Dating

#Fakeprofilies #Scammers #Facebook

Stay safe online series #4: it is not just the love fakes we have to watch out for

“Love is all around us … everywhere you go…”

It has been an interesting few days.  I have enjoyed a couple of dates – both were successful in as much as both expressed an interest in seeing me again (a confidence boost I can tell you).  I also got drawn back in to all things fake when approached by someone concerned about her friend who had updated her #Facebook status to say that she was “in a relationship” with a profile that we both know to be fake.  This because, the profile is using #CaptainThomas ‘s images.

After a lengthy discussion, I agreed to send a message to the lady in question with links to my website, blog and Facebook page.  I did not get a response, however, a quick check showed a status change, back from “in a relationship …..” to “widowed”.  I do hope that this lady is able to reach out to her friends to support her, as I am sure she is feeling rather lost and bewildered.

What is love and what does it mean to YOU?


After some harsh words (on my part) I asked the man in question what he wanted.  He replied with this – no words, no bullshit.  They say a picture can paint a thousands words… well this “sticker” image cut right through to the core of what we are both looking for.



After a few days of not being in contact, I was sent this image this morning.  This from a man who simply wants to be part of my life.  Again, no words, but a very simple message.


Who knows what the future holds for any of us – all I know is that sometimes you have to take a leap of faith and just jump off that safe bridge, and trust that whatever you find at the bottom – you can handle it; good, bad or indifferent.


Not everyone in the world is a stand up person

On checking my email, this morning, I was reminded that the cheats, fakes and scammers aren’t just in the dating world.

This is what I received:

I am dying – please adopt my child and I will give you all my money!


I have a “business” deal for you!

It is a while since I have received emails like this – but I guess that is because the spam filter on my business email is not as well defined as my gmail accounts.  It is a salutary reminder that fakery is all around us – and we can’t take it personally.  We haven’t been targeted or singled out.  Many of these attempts are random – in the hopes that they will hook in one or two that will take the bait.

2018 – a year of new beginnings

Many of us start off a new year full of hope: that things will go our way, we will get slimmer, drink less, be more assertive, get richer, find a better job …..find love!

Let me share with you, dear reader, something I wholeheartedly believe.  That the exquisiteness that is life is in the journey.  The destination is never guaranteed – just enjoy the journey along the way!  If you do that – the destination becomes somewhat irrelevant.


Carol xOxO


Dear diary …

10th January 2018 (13:27)

Well dear diary, it has been a while since I posted to you.  I decided to forego all things social media during the Christmas/New Year holidays and wasn’t sure whether I would come back to all the fakery or leave it well and truly behind me.

Unfortunately, that is easier said than done, as I continue to receive messages from people who are either being duped by, or know someone who is being duped by fake-Thomases.  Not only that, I continue to find many fake profiles approaching me on the various dating websites that I use.

Sadly, I also have to report that I may have been conversing with yet another fake for the past three weeks.  More on that later.

On an upbeat note, I am happy to share that I have no less than 4 dates lined up this week!  Yes – you read that correctly – I have managed to break free from my dateless status.  The first is this afternoon, and I have been primping and preening.  Unfortunately, I should have read the label of the product that I bought onboard during my recent cruise – thinking that I was using a dead sea facial mask, the stinging alerted me to the fact that I might have got it wrong!

I am horrified to say that I now have a very angry red patch down the centre of my face!  I’m hoping that my priming base and foundation can cover it!  I can’t cancel as I promise I wouldn’t – as this one has been a long time coming and I have been decidedly flaky about it.  All of the others were arranged within a short time of chatting and certainly on the first day.  Best way – keep it short and sweet.  Time to make a decision whether to pursue after the initial meeting.

So, what of the other potential paramours I blogged about?

Well, I am sad to reveal that I have come to the conclusion that Dishy-guy was indeed a fake, even though he IM’d me a copy of his passport (who does that?) and updated pictures from his supposed ski-break over the New Year.  I wanted to believe that he was real and that he was indeed moving to the UK in April.  I never really settled in my mind that he wasn’t fake – and yesterday I just had to make a decision and call his bluff.  I am not entirely sure I am right – but hey – if he is a regular, stand up guy he will understand where I am coming from and call me when he actually moves.  Won’t be holding my breath on that one!  I will blog more about that later, as it is quite interesting the tiny nuggets that kept me from trusting him.

Although the last communication from him has me thinking I have made a terrible mistake!

10th January 2018 (22:44)

Just returned home from my very first date! Yes folks … I actually had one.  It was pleasant enough and I certainly enjoyed myself.  It made up somewhat for the disappointment earlier in the day when I turned up for what should have been my first date during the afternoon, only to discover on arriving that he had got mixed up and thought we were meeting tomorrow!

He called me and apologised profusely – and we had a long chat on the phone – our first actual conversation as all our communications have been via text and voicemails.  This is the one that I have been exchanging texts with for a few months now – and the one who is 15 years younger than me.  He persuaded me not to give up on him, and although I had to refuse his invitation to meet tomorrow (I already have a date planned, and after today I decided two dates in one day is too much!) I look forward to meeting him soon.

I have a further two dates this week – one definitely confirmed and the other I need to check on as we have not spoken since.   So WOW, yes – 4 dates in 4 days!

So with the exception of the younger guy, all the other dates were made within a short time of exchanging messages.  No messing – straight in there.  I really do think this is the way to go.

I am sad to report that the one that I really liked has gone by the bye.  He lived a bit further away, and although I was willing to give the distance thing a try (only 3 hours down the motorway), it seems he was not.  I know he had been unwell, but it felt as though he was cooling on me.  I kept telling myself to let it go – but then he initiated contact again – and so encouraged by my dating guru (the only friend I discuss my sorry tales of woe with) I decided to be bold and ask to meet.

To make it seem casual, I messaged him to say that I was visiting family an hour from him, and hoped that we could meet up.  I kept checking WhatsApp to see if he had picked up the message – and eventually he did. I did not get an answer though, and although I thought that a little strange, I wondered if he was giving it some thought.

Now – I have no issue with ANY of the men that I am conversing with logging into whichever dating site they use. After all – I still do – it is the nature of the game.  But when at 10pm I saw that he was logged into the dating site that we had started communicating on and had STILL not responded, I got pretty pissed off.  More-so with myself as I had allowed myself to start to bond with him by the nature of our conversations and the length of time we had been chatting.

Needless to say, I hurried off a message to say that I got the message and wished him well.  I didn’t wait around for a reply and cleared all our messages from WhatsApp (of which there were many), blocking him in the process.  I also unmatched with him on the dating site.

I was a little sad, as I really liked this guy.  When I also ditched the Viking I was even sadder.  Moreso it felt, then when I discovered Fake-Thomas was not real.  (or maybe with the passage of time I have forgotten how upset I was initially).

Tomorrow’s date is with Tommy-2-houses, as my guru has so kindly nicknamed him.  He is quite a bit older than me but I like the look of him (although he has admitted the picture is a little out of date) and when he called me we got on like a house on fire and the conversation flowed for over an hour.

I am not expecting it to develop into anything – but I am proud of the fact that I am going out of my comfort zone a little.  After all – nothing much was happening with the approach I was taking and so why not?  I may even be surprised and find that I fancy him after all!

Well, that is all for tonight folks.

Carol xOxO



Dear diary …

12th December 2017 14:00

Oh dear!  I think I might have just blown it with someone rather dishy:-(

My fakedar is so sensitive that I am no longer giving people a chance.  This profile, a really cute guy, messaged me.  I was about to make a joke about him being too cute to be a genuine profile when I saw the detail in his message.  I mean …. it was long.  Of course, my initial response to him confused him somewhat and he asked me to explain.  I tried to keep it light and briefly told him that I had recently been duped, and so I was ultra cautious online, and there were things about his profile that were red flags to me.

Firstly, he claims to be Scandinavian, living in Canada, and moving to the UK in the spring of 2018.  Ok, so that would take care of any grammatical issues.

Secondly, was the very long message he sent to me. Regular guys don’t do this – they say hi, or you’re gorgeous …. or maybe even something a little rude.  They do not send chapter and verse as an introduction.

But then I took a look at his profile – and boy, that was very long and detailed too.  As I read it though, it slowly dawned on me that maybe on this occasion I had got it wrong!  The things he wrote about were very specific and he talked about his siblings, about his job, and about his plans.

Maybe it is time to take a break from online

It seems, dear diary, that I can no longer discern between a real profile and a fake one.  Not surprising really that my fakedar is hypersensitive – I mean, I am coming across up to 5 fake profiles every day.

The realisation that I can no longer trust my own judgement brought me to tears.  Only for a few seconds but nonetheless, as hot tears prickled my cheeks, I resolved that I was just going to leave it alone.

I am not finding what I am looking for – and I have been full-on participating.  Checking out profiles, clicking and swiping – giving guys a second look when I don’t get that gut feeling that yeah, I would like to get to know them better at first glance.

Cancelled guy doesn’t seem to be speaking to me anymore, although he said he understood my reasons for cancelling.  (No, I didn’t tell him about my hangover, but gave a more acceptable – and actually truthful scenario as the reason for my backing out).  He hasn’t picked up my last two messages – and who can blame him?  I know he works through the day and maybe he just didn’t get to them – but hey – I’ve binned guys for being flaky too.

Is there ever any point to compromise?

Of course, there is nice guy – and we chat a lot.  I’m not sure though – that there is enough of a spark between us to take it any further. We had agreed to meet, although a date and time has not been set in stone.  He’s not the pushy type – but hey – it would be good to know he isn’t just going through the motions.

And then there is cute guy.  I actually quite like cute guy, and he is pushing to meet.  Everyday, he tries to persuade me to let him come over.  Trouble is, dear diary, we want different things.  At the outset of this period of online-dating-dalliance, I was very clear in my own mind what I did and didn’t want.  So why am I even considering changing the rules to suit a man that although cute, I don’t actually know?   Ok, so yes, he does message me every day.  Yes, he would travel the 35 or so miles at the drop of a hat if I agreed to see him.  As I have mentioned before, there is a 15 year age gap.  Had I met this guy in a bar, and he asked me out – I am sure I would give it a try.

I think though, that when you haven’t met, it is so much harder to know whether the spark is there or not. Photographs are all well and good, but you need to see the crinkle around their eyes, the upturned mouth as they smile – and more importantly, you need to be drawn to them in such a way that is simply just not possible unless you meet in the skin.

So, dear diary, why don’t I just meet him?  Well, I had agreed to meet him next week – but then he texted me yesterday asking if he could pop in.  I mean, pop in?  You do that when you are around the corner – not when you are 35+ miles away.  I suppose the answer to that is that I don’t want to have to deal with the disappointment if the spark is not there.

Crazy I know …. the truth is – that we have shared a little too much for it to just be an “oh let’s meet and see if we like each other” deal.  I like him. I actually like him.  He insists that he really likes me too.  I’m not so convinced.  I think he enjoys the banter and likes the fact that I am not easily phased if he tries to become a little risque.  After all, we are both adults – and I am more than capable of taking him down a peg or two if needed.  Which I have – and do!

Ok, so I was a bit naughty this morning and let him think that he could come over – and when he was all “wow” about it … I countered that I hadn’t finished my sentence.  He didn’t reply after that.  I don’t blame him really … I mean … he can’t make it any plainer.  But then, I can’t make it any plainer either what my deal is.  He agrees to it and then he tries to change the plan.

So, dear diary, I am not convinced that I will meet him.  Maybe then, I should let him off the hook that he seems to be dangling from.  I’m not one to be a spoilsport – but yes, I can be a bit of a tease if I have a mind to be.  Between the two of us, I rather think it is I who is playing games.

A second bite at the cherry?

Well, the rather dishy guy who I accused of being fake has messaged me again. I have decided to interact with him but just be cautious – as I always am.  I mean, nothing ventured nothing gained right?  And if he does turn out to be fake, it can only hurt me if I fall for it.  That, dear diary, is not something I will let happen again.

Oh, and Captain Lindegaard is back on Facebook.  Albeit he has shared that he is keeping his profile private.  I don’t blame him.  There is a gang of men misappropriating his identity and his images.  It incenses me that Facebook, where the majority of the fake profiles are – do nothing to tackle this issue.

I’m also getting a little weary of some of the more persistent messages that I receive on my Facebook page.  I mean, seriously, all contributions to the cause are to be applauded – but please, don’t give me a hard time about who I am – anyone who wants to know who I am can check me out by following the links to my websites or my blog!

That dear diary, is all I have to say for now …. as my fingers and toes are cold and I need to go switch the heating on!


Carol xOxO

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Image of Captain Thomas Lindegaard.

As ever, images of Captain Thomas Lindegaard are used with his kind permission.  Copyright remains with him and these should not be used for any reason without his explicit consent.

If you are approached on any site from a profile using images of this man (Captain Thomas Lindegaard), please be aware that there is a Tsunami of fake profiles out there using his images.

Dear diary …

10th December, 2017 @ 09:47

Well, dear diary, I have pretty much lost the past two days.  Newcastle on Thursday didn’t happen which was a huge disappointment as I had been looking forward to it.  Instead, my girlfriend and I headed off into town for a few drinks.  My protestations that I wasn’t going to have too much went out the window; one sip of the gorgeousness that is the Margarita cocktail at Macy’s was enough to tip me over into – well, I’m not quite sure what but I have no idea why I hammered it so much that night.

The first of many!

The evening was pleasant enough, as it always is with my friend – we had a bit of a deep and meaningful (as much as you can when fuelled by alcohol) about something that is going on in our lives, and then it was to home – after Cheesy Chips from the not-so-dodgy-kebab-shop nearby.

Well that, my dear diary, was a HUGE mistake.  I won’t gross you out with the details, but suffice to say I was regretting the decision to have quite so many cocktails for two days

Yes, you read that right – TWO WHOLE DAYS lost to the queasiness and hungoverness that was me for the next 48 hours.  I had to kiss goodbye to my coffee date in a nearby city and I pretty much spent the next two days recovering in bed.

Never again, I lamented – we’ve heard that before, responded the rather cute guy that was the only joy amongst the detritus that was me over those few days.  Of course, the joy was at a safe text-only-distance. I could banter to my heart’s content with him without having to get out of bed to clean off the remnants of Thurday night’s makeup.  Yes, dear diary – I was THAT bad.

Is there a reason for my over the top drunkeness?

Hmmm …. good question. I reflected on what went wrong.  After all, I have always enjoyed a good drink but it has been many years since I got into the kind of state that I was in Thursday.  I clearly can’t be trusted around Margarita’s anymore – so they are well and truly off the menu!

Ok, so the past few weeks have actually been a lot of fun in as much as I have enjoyed writing, and I have enjoyed being focused on a project – the #FakeProfileFightback campaign.  I have played to the humour of my woes of dating as a middle aged woman, and I have continued to report fake profiles when I have come across them – yesterday, I reported no less than FIVE fake profiles on  I also came across a fake profile on Tinder – but simply unmatched as the only proof I had was the fact that he was 3.5k miles away, and the rather inane message.  It went like this:

What a beautiful smile you have on your face no doubt, if someone can see through the heart your heart must be as beautiful as the smile on your face.

Uggh.  I guess one of the saddest things that has come out of my dupee-status is that it is now near impossible for anyone to say anything nice to me.  Yes sure, I believe I am a good soul, and what you see is what you get.  That said, this guy does not know me from Adam, and that is not the typical first message one would receive.

Indeed, first messages are a really good indicator of whether the profile is fake.  Too much detail.  Poor English.  Good English but the misuse of s on the end of words – essentially rendering the word plural where it does not make sense to use a plural word. I could go on; let’s leave that one there for now and get back to my original question.

What is going on with me?


The answer to that is I am not really sure.  Now that the frantic writing and posting has slowed down, I guess I am actually feeling quite disappointed that, despite spending a considerable amount of money on paid memberships to dating sites, I have yet to have one date.  Ok – so I did have a date Friday that I had to cancel – that though, was not from a paid for site.

I also had the opportunity to meet up with cute guy, but to be honest, although I like him and I enjoy the banter between us – it is clear we want different things.  I protest that I am happy just to have a little fun meeting people without any expectations – but to be honest my heart is not really in it if at the outset the object of my interest is not looking for at least the potential of a relationship.

Ok, so I do believe that cute guy is actually much nicer than he lets on and is hiding behind his stated objective.  He is though, 15 years younger than me – and whereas he has made absolutely no mention of my age, and professes to really like my pictures (which are all very recent), I don’t want to set myself up for disappointment.

There is another side to how I feel, though, one that I am a little reluctant to share.  I miss the Captain.  Crazy isn’t it?  I’m not really sure whether I miss Fake-Thomas or the small interaction I had with Real-Thomas.  Whatever pragmatism that came over me when I finally found out that Thomas Falconer was a dupe, it can’t be denied that for nearly 3 weeks I had developed a bond with this guy.

I always knew that I was determined to enjoy the journey no matter how things ended up.  Sure, none of it was real – but the emotions and the feelings were, triggered as they were by my over active amygdala.

Where did it all go wrong?

My whole adult life, I have only had THREE serious relationships.  Two of those were with the same man.  You can read about that one and the resultant fallout here:  Lost love.

I do recall proclaiming at 16 that I would never marry.  It was not that I did not want to marry, I just hadn’t had the best example of a happy marriage growing up – and it put me off.  I’m not going to turn this post into a debate about childhood angst, although that is something I will return to later with my professional hat on.

I recall my father saying to me in my 30s that my best years were behind me – and I really should think about settling down.  Sure, I had flings and crushes, but nothing ever lasted very long.  I did fall very much in love – or so I thought – with Paul, in the year that my father died.

I had been single for quite a while, having ended my relationship with the second serious guy (after ending my first serious relationship to have the chance to go out with him.)

We met on a night out, and it was one of those connections, that for me, was instant.  Initially we spent a lot of time together, and although I was a bit closed off from sharing my emotions, I felt exceptionally happy that I had found this guy, and believed he was THE ONE.  Then he dropped a bombshell.

Life can be so cruel

Here was a guy that I was madly in love with, albeit I had not shared with him how I felt.  One weekend, when he was staying with me, we were lazing around when he suddenly seemed quiet and serious.  I joked:

“It feels as though you are about to say you can’t see me anymore”.

Instinctive though I am, I really did not believe what I was saying – or maybe I just didn’t want to. When he confirmed to me that was indeed what he was saying, the bottom fell out of my heart.

He asked that he could stay for the remainder of the weekend, so that we could enjoy our last time together. Really?  I mean really?  He had just broken my heart – and yet he wanted me to play nice.  In somewhat of a daze, I agreed to go to a park with him.  There he tried to entice me to play some kind of bizarre game – I don’t quite recall it, but I remember it reflected how different he was from other guys I had met.

So, to the evening, when it was time for him to leave.

I was so upset I could hardly speak.  He went upstairs to gather his things, and when he returned, he found me on the telephone (no mobile phones in those days, dear diary), confirming an arrangement to meet.  He asked me who I was arranging to meet, and I lied to him.  I made out that I was meeting another man – I wanted to prick through to his heart in the hopes that he would come to his senses and take back what he had told me earlier in the day.

Instead, he simply closed his eyes, and I saw the tears roll down his cheeks.

Why?  Why are you doing this when you so clearly care for me as much as I do you?

Of course, these words, screeching though they were, were in my head, and not a sound passed my lips.

I could not look at him, let alone speak to him as he left.  As soon as the door was closed, I dissolved into tears.  Life, at this point, dear diary, felt so unfair.

I had thought to follow him, but I didn’t see the point, as his mind was made up.  Although in a subsequent telephone conversation he had said to me he kept turning around on his way to the train station, hoping that I had come after him.

The bravest thing anyone of us can do when life is tough is – LIVE

I know that he thought he was doing the right thing, and I know that life had felt very tough for him over the last year.  What he hadn’t shared with me in the short time I had known him was that he had applied to join the army.  He did not want what was happening with me to derail that – as he believed that joining the army was the only way to salvage what he believed to be the remnants of his disintegrated life.

Of course, it didn’t end there.  There were telephone conversations, and tears and tantrums. Ok, so I admit, the tantrum was from me not him.

On one particular evening, I was screaming like a banshee down the phone at him.  So concerned was he that he asked a friend (the guy he was with when we met) to drive him over from his town to mine.  Knowing that he would come, I put on a great show of hauling a case downstairs and filling it with clothes.

When he arrived, he checked I was okay, took in the case, and asked me where I was going.  I rather haughtily informed him that I was moving to London (I had lived in the south previously for 7 years, so it wasn’t that ridiculous a statement, dear diary).

I don’t recall what he said to me, but I do remember that he left. My little ploy had not worked.  He hadn’t changed his mind, and we were still broken up.

Oh well (I thought), I’m already packed – so I might as well move to London after all!

And that, dear diary, is how I came to move back down south!

Second time round was not so good

I might have lived in the south for 7 years quite happily three years previously, but when I returned – living and working in London – I hated it.

I hated that it took me so long to get to work, I hated my job, I hated sharing a house with people I didn’t know, and I hated being away from him.  Of course, even if I had stayed in my home town, I would have still been away from him.

Within six months, I was so depressed that I just had to come home.  One morning, as I sat drying my very long hair, I just could not face the commute into Victoria Street where I worked.  Instead, I gathered my belongings together and booked a cab.  As the driver took me to Kings Cross we chatted.  He said to me, wisely, there are other jobs and other places to live.  My mind was made up – I was going home.

So I arrived back at my house, which fortunately I had not rented out this time, and dumped my belongings.  I then walked the short distance to my parents house and let myself in.  As I greeted my father, he said:

Hello, what are you doing here?

My response:

I got depressed so I came home.

His response:

Fair enough, put the kettle on will you?

And that, dear diary, was the extent of that conversation.

Over the next few weeks I did the round of the employment agencies, and secured myself a temping PA role at a major pharmaceutical company about 20 miles away.  I was due to start work on the Monday, and I was just keeping my head low.  I had not washed my hair or bathed for some days, and I certainly wasn’t expecting any visitors.

Life can throw up the most amazing surprises

I recall it was 10pm when I heard a knock at the door.  Who on earth could that be?  I wasn’t expecting anyone, and I certainly wasn’t going to open the door with greasy hair and clothes that could do with being in the wash pile rather than on me.

I resolutely ignored the knocking – but it continued, and continued – whoever this was had no intention of leaving without seeing me.  So, I dragged myself up from where I lay on the settee – and as I approached the door – I quite simply stopped in my tracks.

Even through the frosted glass windows of the door, I recognised that frame.  I would know it anywhere.  Why?  Because, dear diary, I had been in love with him since the day I met him!

For a few seconds I was frozen.  What!??  How could I open the door to him looking (and probably smelling) as though I hadn’t washed in weeks??

Of course, I did.  And there he stood – that stupid cheeky grin on his face, and holding a bottle of red wine.  I think I said something along the lines of “what are you doing here”. I don’t remember the response, but of course, I let him through the door.

That he turned up at my doorstep was simply bewildering.  After all – how did he know that I had returned from London?  Ok, so he may not have quite believed me when I proclaimed I was moving to London – but we had spoken on the telephone and he knew that I was actually living there.  To this day, I still do not know how he knew I was back home.  After all, it had only been a few weeks since I returned.  Of course, he could have telephoned my aunt (where I was first staying) as that is where I called him from. Or perhaps he didn’t really believe that I had moved to London!  Who knows.  As I say, I never did find out.

The twitching of the eye and the stumbling words

Yes, dear diary, that was me.  As I sat on one settee, and he on the other – I quite simply was twitching of the eye, and stumbling over my words.  I was also repeating myself, which he teased me about. I was also throwing cushions at him.

Somehow, we ended up on the same settee.  I tried to push him away from me as I was soooo embarrassed about my greasy hair.  It was very long at the time, and although it definitely needed a good wash, it did hang rather nicely!  So, it may have looked nice, but it certainly did not smell nice and I did not want him getting too close to me.

He laughed at this, as he recalled how I had always had a thing about how clean my hair was.  It wasn’t long though, dear diary, before I was in his arms and tasting the sweet kisses of the man I had not stopped loving in the time we had been apart.

I pushed him out of the door, ignoring his pleadings to be allowed to stay the night. No – I will see you in the morning as arranged, I told him resolutely.

That night I hardly slept, and the next morning I took special care to make sure my hair was squeaky clean and I looked as good as I could.  The frizzon of excitement as he drove up the next morning made me dizzy with anticipation.  As he fussed around me in the car, making sure I was comfortable, I really didn’t know what to think.

He drove us to the lake district and we had a lovely day.  We ate a nice lunch, we played some pool, and then later still he teased me for proclaiming what a wonderful view the mountains made.  He had a prior arrangement with friends, and so had to get back to meet with them in the early evening.

When we arrived back, and as I gathered my things – he asked if he could come over after he had met with his friends.  I hurriedly told him that I didn’t think that was a good idea as I flounced out of the car.  I telephoned my girlfriends and arranged to go out with them that evening.  I had half expected him to turn up (as he had done on other occasions), but he did not.

As I lay alone in my bed, I reflected on why I had given him the cold shoulder.  Why I hadn’t encouraged him to come over once he had met with his friends.  I suppose the answer to that one is that I couldn’t cope with him turning up like that.  I had  been in a very low mood – and I guess I simply pushed him away.  Did I want to get back with him?  Hell yes!  I had since the day he broke it off with me.

So as the day progressed … I hovered anxiously near the phone.  Wanting to call him (as I knew he would be staying with his mother and step-father) but not daring to.  It took me THREE hours to pluck up the courage to call.

His mother answered the phone, and although we had never met, she knew enough about me to know who I was.  I had just missed him – he had quite simply just left a few minutes before to return to his army base. Hang on, she beseeched – and she hightailed after him and brought him back to the house to speak to me.

To say he was surprised to hear from me was an understatement.  The best I could do was mumble:

Don’t be a stranger.

To this he responded that he thought I didn’t want to have anything to do with him. I don’t really recall what I said to him, but the next thing out of his mouth was this:

Do you love me?


I had never once told him how I felt about him – and I wasn’t about to now.  All I could utter was some profanity which had him roaring with laughter (he knew I wasn’t really one for using bad language).

So, dear diary, we said our goodbyes. Again!

Unexpected tragedy

Some months later, we discovered that my father had terminal cancer.  This had come as quite a shock, as he had not complained of feeling ill.  He had though, returned early from Portugal where he was looking for a suitable place for he and my mother to winter.

Although I was in shock at this news, I went into some kind of “sensible” automaton mode.  The one person I did want to share this news with though, was Paul.  So I rang his barracks and asked them to pass a message on.  When he called me later, it turned out that soldiers with guns had pulled him off an exercise so that he could return to barracks and call me.  Oh, that was a tad embarrassing.

As time went on, the surgeons stabilised my father enough for him to return home.  He lasted only three weeks.

He died at 3am with his family around him.  Not I though, I was in the next room – I couldn’t bring myself to be there as his breathing was so laboured, and the stark contrast with the silences as his breathing gradually slowed was too much to bare.

At 9am, I called the barracks, and asked that they could let Paul know that my father had passed away; I also asked them not to interrupt if he was in the middle of something.

Within a very short time, the phone rang and it was him.  His CO had offered him the use of the phone in his office, but he had said that he wanted to take the call in private.

We talked, and he asked me to visit him.  I responded that it really wasn’t possible for me to do that as I needed to be with my family, and so he arranged to get leave and came up that weekend to stay with me.

My father knew about Paul, and now and then he would ask me about him. In his hospital bed, he asked me if I had spoken with him, and I told him that I had.  He replied “everything will turn out ok then”.  My brother said to me later, he just wanted to know that you would be alright.

So, dear diary, it was a very strange weekend for me.  My father had just died, but I felt a sense of happiness at having the man I loved beside me.

Rather trepidatiously, I asked him what this meant for us.  I will never, to this day, understand why he told me that we were together again.

My happiness was short lived.  He did call me a couple of times although unfortunately I was out with friends.  I will never know why he did this – but he quite simply stopped calling.  No explanation – nothing.

The pain I felt was indescribable.  Here I was, recently bereaved, and the focus should have been on my father.  Instead, I was hurting over a man who had quite simply dumped me again.

That dear diary, was not the last time I heard from him again.  But it was the last time I ever saw him.

A few months later I collapsed at work with stress.  I took some time off, and my sister and her husband took me to a nearby camping ground with their caravan and their dog.  I spent a few days there but cut it short when the weather turned bad.

What I could not know, dear diary, as I reflected on how weird it would be if Paul was nearby – was that – he actually was.

I had dialled into my voicemail at home – and there was this bizarre beagle howl.  This could only be one person.  The beagle thing and the howl was a joke between us.  When I returned home the phone rang.  It was him.  We spoke for a while – and then he said something to me that made me see red.

I left him in no uncertain terms what I thought of him – and I never heard from him again.  Oh, except that one Christmas there was again a frantic knock at the door at 10pm.  In those days, there wasn’t really anyone that I knew who would call at that hour.

This time, dear diary, I did not answer it.

I think it took about 10 years for me to get over what had happened, and to stop secretly hoping that our paths would cross again.  Now, as a woman in her mature years – I can see it for what it was.  At the time, it felt as though I had lost THE ONE.

Sadly, and I am not entirely sure why – I’ve kept men at arms length  Okay well, maybe I do know why.

You will see, if you read my lost love post, that I did have another chance of happiness that came in October 2011.  I reunited with my first serious boyfriend.  We had been engaged, but grew apart.  Or at least, I grew apart from him.  The second time around, I ended it again three months after he moved to South Africa.

So, to get back to my original question – what is wrong with me?

I think there is a small amount of sadness that I thought I had found someone special in Fake-Thomas.  I mean, if I hadn’t been affected by what happened then I wouldn’t be human, right?

I won’t dwell on it though – I have experienced much worse in my life.  After all, it is not what goes wrong that counts – it is how you deal with it.

I am dear diary, proud of the lemonade that I made from life’s lemons on this occasion.


Carol xOxO

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Dear diary …

6th December 2017, 08:40

Well, dear diary, it was my birthday yesterday.  So I took the day off from all things social media, save for Mr Facebook where birthday greetings were popping up.  It is nice to get those messages, particularly when you live alone. The dog doesn’t much care whether it is my birthday and so I keep telling him, “hey, it’s my birthday, come give mamma a cuddle”. Sure he cuddled me – but not because it was my birthday.

Received this from a dog walking acquaintance – pretty and rather nice sentiment.

I had high expectations, dear diary, for this birthday. There would be loving attention from my new paramour, and we would have finalised our arrangements to meet and celebrate our birthdays which were weeks apart.  Oh wait – none of that was real.  That’s right, dear diary, I was consigned to spending the day ALONE, yet again.  Sad?  Well, not really.  Let me explain why.

On Monday evening I had dinner with good friends.  Fairly new friends, but friends like I never had before.  Ok, so actually, that is not quite true – I did have one (still do but never see her these days as we don’t live close by and she is always super busy) but I haven’t had friends that do so much for me and welcome me into their home so regularly – and live just the other side of the park!  I found it a little too full on initially, however, this woman – although she continues to infuriate me now and again when she crosses my boundaries (yep, still have those), she is good to me and good for me.

I like her husband too – so it makes for amiable get-togethers.  In fact, the only dissension is that our pooches can be quite rowdy together.  Here they are when they were less so .. (damn, I can’t get Dillon to look at the camera!).

Dillon and his best pal Spot

The morning was an excruciatingly early start, as I had signed up and paid to go to a business network meeting.  This was being held at a new local restaurant – and I quite wrongly assumed it was an evening function.  I was not best pleased when I realised, but at least I did – and wasn’t a no-show, turning up expectantly in the evening; and being disappointed!

I had the option of going to a singles night that was being held in Leeds, but decided that it was a bit too far away and that a singles night did not justify the expense of the train and a hotel.

So I spent the day quietly, reading my birthday messages and drinking cocktails.  Slurp.  I bought some delicious cheese from the local shop and had one of those lazy days that are a luxury.

At teatime, I decided that I would treat myself to a banquet of chinese food via Just Eat.  I received a text notification at 18:05 to say my food was on its way.  I was still waiting over half an hour later, and as I abhor poor customer service, this put me in a bit of a whingey mood.  I was convinced the food would arrive cold, and having taken a closer look at the reviews, was also convinced that it would not taste good.

Several phone calls and IM chats later, my food arrived 50 minutes after the text notification.  The appetisers were indeed lukewarm, however, the remainder of the meal was hot.  It was just a shame that I was unable to recognise the shredded cucumber and veg that was meant to accompany my duck pancakes – I found them later.

The celebrations don’t end there though – I’m off to a nearby city Thursday with a girlfriend and I am sure we will have one or two cocktails to mark my birthday.

A momentary moment of sadness

So a full tum and a few more cocktails restored my humour.  I did, however, experience a momentary moment of intense sadness.  This birthday was supposed to be so different.  It was meant to be spent full of anticipation of meeting the guy that I believed would be so important in my life going forward.

I shook this off, and, having finished the cava that was the base for my cocktails, poured myself a rather stiff gin and tonic which was part of the very generous birthday gift that newbie-friend gave me the night before.

I am not one to wallow.  At least, not anymore.  I used to believe in a good wallow – a visit though, rather than a long stay.  Not so much these days.  I tend to reflect and then move on – distracting myself with something positive. Much as I did when I started my website and blog to work through  my feelings at been duped.

So what is next for me?

I will continue to blog about my dating woes, as long as it pleases me to do so.  I have now paid up to Zoosk, as although this is one that I had not rated, it came highly recommended in an article I was reading.  So far, I have had some interesting conversations, but I haven’t come across anyone that I want to have a real live date with yet.
As for – I noticed that cute guy had viewed my profile again.  So, I excitedly (ok, well, half excitedly) sent him a THIRD message, simply saying Boo!  Ok, so I have no idea why this guy winked at me, viewed me multiple times, and has not responded to my messages.  Either he is a fake profile designed to make the site look busy, or he is super shy.  I quite like shy men – but like my dogs, I don’t want one so shy that they won’t engage.
It is unusual for me to send two messages let alone three when I don’t get a response.  There was something about cute guy though, that made me want to get to know him better.  Oh well, another one bites the dust.
The business network meeting that I went to was good, although I thought a little expensive for breakfast (nice though it was) and a small gathering.  In fact, the organiser shared that until the lunch time the day before, there were only two people signed up to attend.  One of them was me – and the other was actually a friend of mine.
As it turned out, there were some good contacts there that invited me to meet for a coffee, and so I look forward to that next week. Who knows, some collaboration may come of it, but I also know that to want to work with me …. you have to meet me.  I’m one of those people that either draws you in or I don’t – and if you are hanging on my every word in a face to face, then it is a good bet that you value what I am saying. One size does not fit all, and it is the relationship (or potential relationship) that you buy into.

Captain McDreamy is no more

The other thing that I did yesterday was cut my ties with Captain McDreamy.  It was time to let him go.  I no longer follow him on Twitter or Instagram, and I no longer fight his battle by hunting down fake profiles using his images and identity.  That after all, is his problem, dear diary.
I will though, continue to out any fake profiles that I come across, whether they contain his image or others.  It is a sad reflection that every couple of days at least, I am approached by someone who is a fake.  If I suspect as much, I simply ask them what they would say if I told them that I had been duped and that I am now ultra cautious.  They soon disappear, I can tell you.

Getting back to the day job

It has been fun blogging about my dating woes, and I think that it is important to keep the message going, as there are women out there who do still fall for these dupes.  I will do so now, more from a professional point of view – as an add on if you will, to my professional endeavours.  I will continue to share parts of my WhatsApp Romance as I think it would be useful to share the messages that actually hooked me in.  Also, the ones where there were ever so slight red flags.  So imperceptible that I dismissed them –  not out of hand, as I did consider whether they were evidence of fakery, but hey – there were plausible explanations for his hair being slightly longer in one video than the other.
Attending the business networking meeting reminded me what I am good at, and fired up my enthusiasm to get cracking.  I had taken a sort of sabbatical in the last year or so as I dealt with a health issue.  That is now under control, and I have no excuse for not getting back to the work I love.  I had lapsed my professional website domain, but on arriving home purchased a new one.  So I now have three to keep me occupied!  Each a different aspect of my professional life.

Would that we see ourselves as others do

I have been chatting a lot via IM to a real life friend who lives out of town.  She recently asked me for help with a particular thing in her life, and the conversation progressed to – actually – what is the root of any issue that may be present.  (I am after all, a coach, right?).  I took, the opportunity, though, as part of my endeavour to have her see herself through the eyes of another to ask her what my top three strengths were.  She came up with this:
1.  Good communicator
2.  Excellent skills at writing engaging prose
3.  Good at reading people

This is nothing that I don’t already know about myself, but even for confident peeps like me, it is gratifying to have that recognition.

I then asked her what her top three strengths were.  At first, as I knew she would, she struggled and resorted to self-deprecation.  She did though, come up with three – however, they were more about what she does than who she is.  It is clear that my lovely friend, though outwardly confident and bolshy, is lacking in self esteem.
Now I do believe that self esteem is fluid.  I know there are times when my own can diminish somewhat.  That said, this is less often, and even in very low times where I experience clinical depression – my self esteem remains reasonably intact.   This is a welcome change, and reveals to me that what is happening to me is burn out of some kind that has affected both my mood and my thinking, which does become skewed – as it does for all people who experience depressive episodes.
Self esteem, though, is the core root to a lot of ills.  We live in such a fast paced society these days where we are bombarded with images of perfection. For me – also somewhat of a perfectionist (but less so these days, I would hope), one of the most revealing and welcome reflections from studying for my masters, was that I learned to do “just enough” to pass.  At the time I had been away from work for 3 years (all with a mortgage and no means of support other than a student loan), I had THREE part time jobs.  I did not have the time, therefore, to procrastinate over every piece of work.
During my under grad degree – I worked my ass off – not because I was a perfectionist so much, but because I thought I NEEDED to work that hard to just scrape a pass.  As it happens, I came out with a First Class degree.  My third year, though, was less frantic than peers.  The first three months of my first year I played a little more than I worked, so used was I to having to be constrained to an office 9-5.  It was a curious sense of freedom to be able to pop into the student union at 11am if I wanted to and have a pint!
After the first semester though, I knuckled down. My second year, I worked equally hard, learning my craft.  I had, after all, been away from formal education for over 20 years.  This meant, that by my third year, I was so relaxed that I sailed through it, the words of one of my lecturers ringing in my head after I had asked the question: all you need to do to achieve a good degree is work 9-5.  Ok, so he did not mean 9-5 literally; what he meant was, that you did not have to work every hour god sent.

My plans for 2018

So, dear diary, my plans for 2018 are pretty much formed without having given it much thought.  I will work towards furthering my professional aspirations, and continue to grow my coaching practice.

Oh, and I also have a visit to Canada to look forward to.  When a friend moved out there 3 years ago I promised I would visit.  It is time to keep that promise.

Well, dear diary, that is all I have time for.  Time to get back to some household chores, as they have been rather neglected of late.  Then to re-conceive my professional website and get that up and running.

As ever, if anything I have written about here resonates with you, please do comment, like and share.


Carol xOxO

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Dear diary …

2nd December, 2017 19:01

Today I have mostly been nursing a slight hangover!  Went out with a girlfriend last night with the intention of staying out only an hour or so to check out a brand new bar, which had just opened that day.

I must say, I was very impressed.  The venue is lovely…a complete transformation from the family owned Greek restaurant that had occupied the premises for more than 35 years!  I was a little disappointed though that on subsequent trips to the bar I either had to wait for the staff to stop chatting to each other before they noticed me …or even worse …being unnoticed by four off then stood facing the bar counter.  What am I?  Invisible??

My pet peeve

This is a pet hate if mine, as is being served out of turn.  In my early 20s I took a second job in a bar to be able to earn enough to qualify for a second mortgage.  For the years that I tended bar I ALWAYS made sure to notice and serve the next person in line.

I have been known to cause a fuss if this does not happen.  Most recently a few weeks ago when I was out of town with ex-friend and another friend.  We had arrived at a busy bar where a former work colleague of ex- friend was tending bar.  He greeted ex-friend and served her immediately.  He then, rather than serve myself and my other friend, proceeded to serve people that had just arrived at the bar!

Needless to say I had no hesitation in telling him exactly what I thought of him.  If it had not been for the fact that ex-friend already had her drink – I would have walked out and taken my money and my custom elsewhere!

Don’t get me started on the extremely rude guy that incensed my friend so much with a very disrespectful comment that she tipped him off his stool!

Getting back to last night 

My girlfriend and I had a lovely evening , and fuelled by multiple double gins and the best margarita in town (I swear they get stronger each time) we decided to head for an Indian.  It has been some time since I have been to this particular restaurant, and we arrived just before closing time (my past typical MO).  I honestly think we would have been better stopping off for cheesy chips at the rather not-so-dodgy-these-days burger van.

The meal was a huge disappointment to say the least.  Firstly my girlfriend’s Dahl started was as thin and watery as a mealy gruel. Secondly, the naan was so undercooked the middle was raw and uncooked.

Needless to say the waiter was summoned and the offending issues with the food pointed out to him.  It amazes me that restaurants would be so lazy and careless to serve up undercooked food!  This from a well established restaurant.  Either they were being slapdash as it was nearly home time or they simply thought we would be too inebriated to to notice or care.  Not so.

By the way …they did not so much as offer the naan free by way of apology – most decent restaurants would do this without hesitation if they had been caught short passing off undercooked food!

A quiet day with my pooch

So today has been pretty much a quiet day with my pooch …and having a few nice chats with some potential dates – I mean, a girl has gotta pass the time when ever so slightly incapacitated by the previous evening’s partying somehow, right?

A few of the guys I chatted to were decent enough …and one or two of the conversations were quite zany and amusing.  One guy who messaged me though, had me laughing-out-loud.  He was young, pretty-boy and had a body so gym honed and whipped into shape that it made me blush ever so slightly and hide my curvy frame under the duvet!

Now what do you want with me??

I beseeched

I like older women!

He retorted.  I won’t say what else he said as although it didn’t quite make me blush …it would lower the tone of my blog …ahem …sniff!

I shared his images with my girlfriend and she proclaimed him too good to be true and therefore he must be a scammer (everyone’s an expert right? 😞😄🙄).

He did though, pass the Google Reverse image test!

Oh …what was that you say?  You want to see his picture?  You do?  Oh well…in the interests of research you understand…

Back to the Fighback campaign

It has not all been lazing around though.  I have given some more thought to the brilliant plan (at least, I thought so) that I came up with under the shower last night.  Don’t the best ideas always come in the shower?  No?  Oh, that’s just me then …ahem.

The idea that I conceived was to make some noise on Twitter, and try to make the #FakeProfile issue go viral.  It would be much harder for Mr Facebook to ignore our pleadings if more than my few followers were talking about this.

As it happens, I came across this article on #LinkedIn today.  Very apt, although I am less concerned about the political angle as I am the social one.  

If you have a Twitter account please join us.  Heck …if you don’t, it takes seconds to create one.

Please let me know if you would like to participate in the #FightbackFakeProfiles challenge.  
The more people we can get involved the more chance we have of taking the issue viral.  Mr Facebook will surely have to take notice of us then!  You can comment below or email me.


Carol xOxO

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 The only image of Captain Lindegaard that I remain attached to. I am working on that!

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If you are approached on any site from a profile using images of this man (Captain Thomas Lindegaard), please be aware that there is a Tsunami of fake profiles out there using his images.

You can no longer report such occurrences to him as he is, for the time being at least, no longer on Facebook.

Dear diary…

1st December, 2017 @ 00:57

Well, a little bit of insomnia tonight and so I have decided to enjoy a glass of red wine, in the hopes it will help me off to sleep.

Today has been a good day 

Firstly, a random message on an IM platform turned out to be the Simon I have been looking out for the last few months.  He has been trying to get me to agree to a date for the past three or four years, and each time I said no, because I was not looking to date at that time.  Unfortunately a change of phones had meant his number wasn’t carried over.  Serendipitously, he installed this app and my number popped up …I myself had only reinstalled this app a few days ago at the behest of a guy I found on Tinder.  (Not a fake one this time) …and hopefully we are meeting up next week too, along with Simon and the long awaited date – I mean, you have to give the guy props for persistence.

As you know, dear diary, I am pretty jaded with online.  Though, after today, I am hopeful my luck is changing.  I spotted a wink on one of my paid for sites from a couple of days ago …and I was quite simply blown away not only by the attraction to the pictures …but also the candid and thoughtfully written bio.

How could I have missed this?  So I quickly dashed off a message and I hope this guy gets back to me.  I’ll keep you posted on that one!

It never rains but it pours

Then blow me … along comes another one …and the ensuing exchange was honest and intelligent.  It seems men are like buses, there are none for ages and then they all come at once.

And then there is the captain

Yes, I know.  He is not my crush …but seriousness aside (the fightback campaign), he has a great sense of humour and I am beginning to think that he loves the attention he gets from his Fake-Thomas-Dupee-Followers.

Why do I think this?  This is what he posted on his #Instagram tonight ..and I really don’t think it was for his mariner-fans.  To be honest, I don’t blame him for having a bit of fun with it!

I swear – the man gets better looking every day.  Seriously …the pictures of him with fuller beard and tweaked tash …do not a heart-throb make.

Facebook no more

He shared with me tonight (via Twitter – we only interact on social media) that he may not return to #Facebook; and who could blame him?  It seems that this is the second time Mr Facebook has deactivated him.  Ludicrous given that out of the 20+ fake profiles I have reported I have only managed to get 2 or 3 closed down.  Make sense of that one, dear diary!

So, it seems Captain McDreamy of the cute Dane persuasion is no more in the Facebook arena.  But wait!  I was contacted by him and he liked a picture that I had posted as a public rather than private setting.  I was quick to change that, I can tell you, dear diary.  The cheek of it …it was in fact one of the fakes returned.  Joined Facebook November 2017 and lives in New York no less.  Harrumph.

He contacted me because I had alerted him to who I am by posting Fake all over his profile.  Maybe not such a smart move as one of the dupees in his friends list appeared to threaten me …I can’t be sure as I am not entirely convinced how accurately Google Translates Ukranian!

Getting back to Captain Lindegaard the 999th.  This is the message exchange:

My response was that I knew that he was not and that I knew him to be a liar and a fake.

His response?

I am ok

To which I reiterated that he was indeed a fake and a liar.  Funny …he stopped trying to convince me after that.

#Facebook failed to remove the profile though ..and he continues to purport to be Captain Lindegaard.

Do I regret or lament being duped?

Actually, and quite surprisingly, no.  Don’t get me wrong, if I was ever face to face with Fake-Thomas I would have no hesitation to cause him grief.  I have though, learned a lot about myself and what I want for my life.  You can’t be all things to all people, and life is too short for toxic friendships.  

Most of all though…I get to enjoy the playfulness that is Captain Thomas Lindegaard of the #Maersk Line and the very big ship.

When I saw what he posted I burst out laughing for real.  No virtual LOL …but a real hearty laugh.

To be fair, I don’t really like to think of myself as some kind of groupie.  I am careful not to post “ooh and ah” comments.  I simply share that I enjoyed seeing them.

If it were not for the Fake-Thomases of the world, I would not have made the virtual-acquaintance of such an interesting man.  For that I will be forever grateful.

Well, dear diary, it is now 01:50 and so I will bring this to a close, finish my wine, and try for sleep.

Goodnight, dear diary, you have been a blessing to me these last 11 days.


Carol xOxO

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 The only image of Captain Lindegaard that I remain attached to. I am working on that!

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If you are approached on any site from a profile using images of this man (Captain Thomas Lindegaard), please be aware that there is a Tsunami of fake profiles out there using his images.

You can no longer report such occurrences to him as he is, for the time being at least, no longer on Facebook.

Dear diary…

30th November 2017 07:48

So, this morning  is the first morning since since Fake-Thomas-Gate that I haven’t reached for my Dear diary blog as soon as I am out of bed.  Instead, this morning, I have been having a lil Tweet about other issues that are close to my heart.  Ok, so the Mason jar aren’t close to my heart, but the other topics I Tweeted about are.

Not sure where to start this morning, Dear diary, as I have a few things on my mind.

Not least that I continue to receive messages about dupes online – and Fake-Thomas’s still trying to befriend unsuspecting women on #Facebook.  This one despite being reported to Mr Facebook!


He is in my friends list


When my paid subscriptions end, I am done

I am still somewhat perturbed about online dating.  How difficult it is for anyone over a certain age, that the sites themselves seem to hold no moral compass when it comes to taking money from people who are unlikely to successfully receive a date via their site, and the scammers, fakers and plain weirdos!

I have two paid subscriptions.  One for a month, and the other – sadly, for six months!  Once these expire, I am done with online dating.  This whole sorry experience has not brought any potential dates into my life – just a bunch of disappointments.  Disappointment at the photo’s of the men that are contacting me – really – make an effort guys, and disappointment that the ones that I do have a modicum of interest in are too far away to make an initial dating scenario feasible.  Then there are the ones that simply want sex-talk.  Don’t get me wrong, dear diary, sexy-chat is not necessarily a bad thing – in the right context, and with someone that you have developed some level of relationship with.

Then there are the onlines that are free, but for which you pay for extras to get highlighted etc etc.  Sure, this results in a flurry of activity – but are these any more suitable than the search function?  In my experience that would be a resounding NO!

The online is dire

One dating site that I have been registered with a few years and have dipped in and out a couple of times with paid membership, is #MySingleFriend.  You know, the one that #SarahBeeny set up.  Well, I guess if you look like SB and – have SB’s life – maybe you would be successful at the online.  Or maybe, a more cynical view is that she just saw a business opportunity.  Come to think of it – maybe she didn’t create the site and is simply a bought-for-well-known- face to lend it credibility?

I keep forgetting to look at MySingleFriend as it is one of the few (if not the only one) that does not have an app.  Now an app, Dear diary, takes the effort out of looking for “something – anything” online.

So yesterday, I logged in and did a search using my preferred age range.  The site came up with about 57 matches.  Hmm …. I paid £27.00 for 57 age-related matches?  So, hoping beyond hope there would be a morsel of an interesting profile, I decided to check them out.  Easy to do so on MySingleFriend as the gallery has enough information to decide if you want to click on the pic and take a closer look.

I was shocked.  Crestfallen.  More than a little annoyed, Dear diary.  Out of the 57 potential matches – only ONE had been online within the last six months.  Ok – so when I looked a little closer – that would be TWO.  The remainder of the “matches” had all NOT been online within the last six months.  So either they had moved on – or they simply gave up with online.

One or two decent pictures

Ok, so I cheered up a little when I saw that there were one or two decent looking guys within this 57.  So, I decided to be bold and send them a message.  How to stand out I pondered?  Oh, I know … let’s put my humour at the forefront and make the odd quip about online.  That should elicit a response.  Oh boy.  Did it.  This is one not so kind exchange:

Online is dire

WHAT??!!!  Cold?  Rude?  Did I really deserve that?  This response took me aback. I am not a cold or rude person.  Ok, so I can be a little rude sometimes when a service provider is getting on my last nerve, but those who know me know that this descriptive assumption is way off the mark.

It certainly wasn’t the response that I expected.  Perhaps the adjective that is missing here is – passive aggressive – and I’m not talking about me!

What this guy could not know, is that I had displayed a tremendous amount of warmth with Fake-Thomas.  That I had used caring and loving language in the new found knowledge that the language you use is so crucial to developing relationships.  Whoa … hang on – lest I forgot, that whole exchange was based on a lie!  I was not building a potential relationship – I was unwittingly being drawn into a scammer’s lair.

Now it really is time to let it go

As I write this, Dear diary, what I realise is that what happened to me is no one else’s problem but my own.  Who cares?  I didn’t hand over £000’s and so no harm done, right?  The only people who truly have empathy for what happened to me – are the people who experienced similar themselves.  Not my friends, not my family and certainly not ex-friend.  The people that try to engage me in conversation are simply curious – or even just a little nosy.  It is an unwelcome trait of human kind to want to rake over every last detail of other people’s misfortune.  Why else do people rubber-neck at motorway pile ups?

I am no worse off than I was before.  So I need to let it go.  I thought I had – but if I am still ballbusting online, then clearly I haven’t.  All I am doing by being that way is attracting the guys who like to be dominated (go figure!) and putting off the guys who are half way decent.  That said, I didn’t lose anything from the above exchange as he lives the other end of the country.  To be brutally honest, to display such arrogance so early on was eye opening about the individual himself.  I hate arrogance of any kind.

With that in mind, that thought brings me to this question …. was my message to Mr Arrogant a little arrogant itself?  Maybe.  That was not my intention though.  My intention was to stand out (which it did) elicit a response (which it did) – unfortunately, it seems, for all the wrong reasons.

Well dear diary, it is time for me to leave this here.  I am not sure that I have covered what I set out to; what was uppermost in my mind.  As typically, once I start writing, I let the thoughts flow and go where they want to go.  Being in the flow, so to speak.  More on that later – but perhaps under my professional hat of success coach.


Carol xOxO

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Dear diary …

29th November 2017 15:24

Today, a fellow Fake-Thomas-Dupee-Survivor has been interacting with my Facebook page; and is quite simply my kinda gal.  She clearly has the same sense of humour as I – and we both acknowledge that we still have ever such a slight crush on Captain Dreamy – or should I make that McDreamy??  You know – the cute Dane?

This is the message exchange that has got me chuckling:

….and this:

I am really  not sure Captain McDreamy will be up for coming along to our “Thomas Try Hards” get together (if one should indeed go ahead), but we can but dream …..

oh … ahem … yes .. well ……

Then there was this ….

I’m not the only one still hung up on this image then!   LOL

…and this:

Yet another fake profile found?

Well, dear diary, it looks as though I am not the only one of Captain McDreamy’s disciples who is missing his presence on Facebook.  Actually, if I were him – I’d stay clear.  I am sure the swell of forlorn women are seeking him here and seeking him there – I myself still interact with him on Twitter.  I know others do so on Instagram.  I am careful though, not to tag him in his Instagram profile, as for me – that is is personal space where he shares his love of all things maritime.

I am rather pleased to confess, that I am just about immune to McDreamy’s images – all except one.  Not sure I will ever sicken of that one ;-).  Well, I’m only human – and don’t all women love gay guys?  They are so much nicer to women than non-gay guys (IMO).

Later, diary

Carol xOxO

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The only image of Captain Lindegaard that I remain attached to. I am working on that!

As ever, images of Captain Thomas Lindegaard are used with his kind permission.  Copyright remains with him and these should not be used for any reason without his explicit consent.

If you are approached on any site from a profile using images of this man (Captain Thomas Lindegaard), please be aware that there is a Tsunami of fake profiles out there using his images.

You can no longer report such occurrences to him as he is, for the time being at least, no longer on Facebook.