It was all a SCAM!!!

So I’m still doing this whole online dating thing. Obviously nothing good has come about since I’m constantly writing about my odd situations I get myself into. Well here is one for you…

About two or three weeks ago, I got a message from someone and he was cute and all. We started talking and he was sweet and we were actually having a conversation via text. Now I have two rules with online dating… 1. I don’t date anyone in the service. Nothing against them or anything it’s just they are always overseas and it makes things complicated. 2. I don’t date anyone more than 30 miles from where I live. For some reason I decided to throw those rules out the window because this guy was in the Air Force and was stationed somewhere in Africa. What the heck?!? I have no idea what I was thinking! I got caught up by him sweet talking and cuteness. He always sent me pictures and things were progressing pretty fast. He sent me his Air Force profile with detailed information about him. We were talking about our future and were being totally up front and honest with each other. We couldn’t wait to meet each other. He had two kids, divorced and he wanted his kids to call me mom. I told him about my condition. I normally don’t talk about that in the beginning because it sends guys running. So we kept talking and one day he called me and all of a sudden he was like “I’m in love with you! I can’t wait to meet you!” This was within a week of talking to him.

During the next week all he kept telling me was that he loved me and he started calling me his wife and asked me what type of wedding would I want. Wait a second there, I never agreed to being your wife! I started telling him that this was going waaaay too fast and we need to slow down. I haven’t even met you yet! When are you coming home. There was all this talk about his commander coming and he would discuss it with him to try and come home. He would do everything he can to come home just to meet me. During the week it was just the same “I love you, my wife. I can’t wait to meet you.” nonstop gibberish while I kept telling him I only LIKE you. I don’t love you. I need to catch up to you. The weekend came and I was hanging out with my guy best friend. When he found out, he went nuts and I was like I told you about my best friend and you shouldn’t be jealous blah blah blah. Ugh he was making me angry. Oh yea, one day I told him I was writing in my journal and he was like I am keeping secrets from him. REALLY?!? I don’t think I need to explain the concept of a journal. So the second week I was pretty fed up with him. He was suffocating me and I was starting to get anxiety. He also said to me “Don’t make me regret this decision.” I was like okay bud, I’m done with this.

That night I called my brother, since he is in the Air Force, to ask him some questions. I told him the situation and he was like some of the things the guy did were already a no no in the Air Force world. So red flags started to go up. My brother did a quick search and he was like “I can’t find anything on him.” I can’t remember everything that my brother and I talked about that night but basically I should be careful with this guy. I went to bed and I started thinking…. I googled the guy’s name and guess what came up on the web? “scammersunited.com” with his name all over it! WOW WAKE UP CALL!!! The name was listed on several sites with the pictures that he sent me and everything including the Air Force profile.

Now that I think about it, he was starting to hint at money. This was at the tail end of the whole thing before I called my brother. He said that he didn’t have his credit card with him, number one. Then he started mentioning how much it would cost for him to go on leave for however long. Next was he couldn’t access his bank account with a screen shot of a bank account with a no access sign in the middle of the screen. Now it all makes sense! He was getting to the money part with me. Thank god it was on the emotional part that I let this guy go and not have to deal with any monetary situations. Although I would have never agreed to send this guy money for him to come home.

After the whole fiasco, I deleted the messages, blocked the number and everything and good riddance to the guy! Now I know to really stick to my rules! They are there for a reason. No harm no foul with this one. I didn’t get attached to him. It was just a scam. Just learned my lesson. See this is why I have a problem with trusting people, or maybe I just trust too easily. Anyway, back to the drawing board…

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I passed my 6 month mark

It’s been 8 or 9 months now, I think, and my medication hasn’t failed on me. YAY! Before I couldn’t get past 6 months without my doctor having to change my meds and I would go into this period of depression every time. I didn’t even notice it until my last doctor appointment. I had to look up when my doctor originally prescribed the last change and it was May of 2018. Why am I ranting about this? Well because my doctor finally found the right medication for me and I’m no longer a guinea pig. Things are always looking up nowadays and it feels good. My last post I said I don’t remember what it feels like when things were really bad, that is still true. I try to read my old journals during those days and I wince and cringe at the thought of ever feeling that way again. Anyway, things are good, have been good and seem to be looking good. No complaints here.

I didn’t think it was possible…

I have this friend who was going through deep depression the same time I was. We would sulk in our misery together. Somehow our level of depression seemed to always be the same every time we saw each other. When we were at our lowest point, I remember us saying how we didn’t remember what it felt like to be happy. That we haven’t smiled in such a long time. All we felt all the time was emptiness. We didn’t want to live another day. We just wanted to end it all, right then and there. I don’t remember when we said those things or felt them. Sometime last year I think. We met up about every six months or so and would text each other every once in a while after that.

It has been over six months since the last time we met and that last time, we were already both doing okay. We met again this past weekend and let me tell you. Someway, somehow, we both are happy and loving life. She did what she needed to get better and I have written about mine. We sat in front of each other scratching our heads and laughing and saying “remember when we said we don’t know what it feels like to be happy?” Now we are saying we don’t know what it feels like to be where we were when we were depressed. We laugh and we smile. Life is good for both of us.

Never did I imagine that things could be like this. I thought I wasn’t going to make it to the end of the year. I didn’t think I could be happy again. To be able to look past tomorrow and the next day and next week and even next month. Heck, maybe even the next year. All I know is that my medicine is working and things couldn’t be any better. I still have that fear that my medicine will stop working at some point because I get immune to them, but I just got to remember that I am happy right here right now and I can always come back to this point, if not, even better.

Wish me luck! “Wink”

So the last time I said anything about relationships, I said I didn’t want to be in one and I just wanted a companion and leave everything up to the universe. Well that lasted for a good few months. I sit here and I think, if I really leave it up to the universe and fate or destiny, nothing will ever happen because I never go out. I don’t go to bars or clubs. The only time I go out is with family and when we go out, there really isn’t a chance to meet some random cute stranger that you happen to catch each other’s eye. When I go out with friends, my friends are guys so there is no chance a guy will come up to me. So my point is, after a few months, I’m still sitting here all alone and again possibly in the search for that special someone. I guess I’m giving the universe a little bit of a boost, help, or whatever you want to call it. Giving my odds a better chance of getting lucky I guess. I’m still a hopeless romantic, you know. I’m not going to say there are any possibilities at the moment because I don’t want to jinx it, but wish me luck, again. “Wink”

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Live life unleashed

So I take Mochi to the dog park every day, Monday through Friday. Going to the park isn’t just going to the park and taking a stroll and run around a bit then go home, it’s a whole social hour! Mochi has her friends and I have mine. Mochi’s mission in life, whether we are at the park or home or walking around the neighborhood, is to get her belly rubbed by every single human she comes across. Forget the other dogs around, she goes straight for the humans. When we get to the park, Mochi knows exactly knows where to go, her first lap to sit on is Jan’s lap and make Buddy jealous (Jan’s dog).

After her hugs and kisses from Jan and Adam, we walk down the path to go and look for Wade. Now Wade is the park’s dog whisperer, cookie man, treat guy, and whatever other name the other people give him. ALL the dogs follow him around wherever he goes because they know he’s got treats in his pockets. Dogs forget to follow their owners when he is around. He’s usually got a few dogs that he is watching for that day with him.

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So we find Wade. Mochi gets her first treat and joinS the pack with the regulars Dwight, Eva, Riley and Tyler. Sometimes Scooter when Bill is not there. Don’t forget Piper. Here we are walking along the path of the park, Wade and I with 5 or more dogs trailing behind us. We pick up other dogs along the way. About halfway through our walk, we do what we call “Table Time.” This is when all the dogs jump up on the picnic tables, Wade gets them all to sit and gives them treats one by one, by name and they all listen to him like he is their master.

After he’s given them about three or four treats each, we head back to his car to load up on more treats and meet up with the other dogs and humans. Mochi will make her rounds and go up to people and immediately lie on her back so you could rub her belly. Now there are certain people that she will automatically go to without question, her favorites, she gets longer belly rubs and major hugs and kisses from these people and they love her just as much. Sometimes she will cut clear across the field and run up to one of her favorite people just to get those hugs and kisses. She can’t get enough of them and they can’t get enough of her.

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After her meet and greets, she mingles with the other dogs. We sit around and socialize with everyone around and just have a relaxing time. Then it’s time to go home. half of the time Mochi will follow me to the car, half of the time, she will stick around with her friends and not want to go home. That is the only time I ever have to put her on a leash at the park, unless she is being bad. Eventually she follows. We race to the car, she knows which car is ours and stands at the door waiting for me to open in so she can hop in. Time well spent in this daily routine of ours.

Sadly our park days will end in a couple of weeks due to Daylight savings time. I get out of work when it is already dark so I can’t take her to the park. I just walk her around the neighborhood when I get home. Talk about a drastic change. I feel bad because Mochi gets depressed during this time. She doesn’t see her friends for 5 months! But, this¬†is our routine until Spring when Daylight savings time begins again, then back to the park we go.

A week and a half to go and we’ll make the most of it!

 

my world turned upside down

So after the break in, I had to start getting my life back in order. You don’t realize how much stuff is in one thing until you lose it. I lost my driver’s license, credit cards, check book, office key with my paycheck stubs in my purse and my journal, talk about feeling violated! I mean someone being in your apartment is violation enough but the thought of someone getting a hold of my journal, my inner most personal thoughts! Something you don’t let anyone read at all! And now it’s somewhere out there floating around for people to read. Talk about feeling extremely violated and vulnerable and naked. Can I please get my journal back? Everything else is replaceable, just give me my journal back!

I was driving around with no license for a few days. Well I had an expired driver’s license but what good does that do me? I went to the DMV to get a temporary license after a few days only because my coworkers told me to. Then there was the hassle of opening a bank account so that I could have access to my money. Mind you I had no debit or credit cards. I only had my passport and ssn card as proof of ID. I take it down to the bank and they tell me that I can’t open an account without a second form of ID. What other form of ID do you need? They said I needed a credit card from another bank. I’m like, I don’t have anything! Everything was stolen! So no new bank account. I had to wait several days for one of my replacement credit cards to come in the mail so that I could go back down and try to open an account again. Oye!

In the middle of all this, I’m scrambling to contact my credit card companies that got charged by the person who stole my stuff. I have to get the store, store number, amount, time, and location or as much information that I can get to provide to the officer to try and track down this person. Everyday during the week, throughout the day, my lunch hour, I was on the phone with credit card companies getting all this information. Exhausting! I haven’t even thought about the security of my own home. So much stuff to think of, I just want to fall apart. I don’t know how I’ve kept up with all this stuff.

I finally get my new credit cards in the mail. I head down to the bank, got my new account. Next I have to go through all my bills and change the draft accounts, the automatic transactions and all that stuff. You know what I mean. It takes me two hours to go through each and every single one. I think I got all of them. You don’t realize how much activity goes through your bank accounts because everything is so automated these days. Oh yeah so I still have to go back to the bank to change my ID ¬†because I opened it with my passport and not my driver’s license. Round and round I go.

Week two. It’s finally dying down a bit. I can’t believe all that happened in one week! It felt like a lifetime! I still have to ask my building manager if they will change my windows to the newer modern ones. I have to get a camera system and maybe security in my apartment. People are asking me if I’m moving and I say no. I’m not in any position to move right now. Yes I’m still paranoid that I would come home and my front window is broken and my place is ransacked. I still wake up in the middle of the night and check if my front door is unlocked. But it’s only been two weeks. All that will go away once I get the security system in place and the anxiety wears down. I don’t leave the windows open anymore. Even though it gets stuffy in the apartment on some days. I just open them when I’m home. I always lock the door behind me even when I’m doing laundry or taking Mochi out in the courtyard.

This really has been a big eye opener as to how I live my life. I used to be so nonchalant about everything, leaving doors unlocked and windows opened all the time and now that has changed. I live on the first floor. I’m an easy target. I’m the first apartment you see when you come through the entry gate. No more random deliveries to my apartment.

It’s still a big blessing that no one was hurt. It was a good thing Mochi didn’t bark and wake me up to someone in my apartment. Maybe this was a warning to say that I’m too easy going with my living situation. It could have been worse! A lot worse! My world was turned upside down for a bit, but it’s getting back to normal and it’s making me change the way I live.

someone is watching over me

So about two weeks ago, something bad happened to me… My apartment was broken into in the middle of the night while I was home sleeping! Scary, creepy, I know! Tell me about it! I was there! But I’m okay, I got away unscathed.

So this is what happened… I went to bed at 11:00 pm, Mochi sleeping next to me as usual. Sometime in the middle of the night, before 3:00 am, i woke up to Mochi whimpering. I went to go check on her and she was at the door whimpering and when I looked up, I noticed that the door was unlocked! Now, I know that the doors were locked when I went to bed. I checked around the apartment to see if anyone was there, but there wasn’t. I went back to bed. The next morning I get woken up by a phone call from my building manager asking if I was okay? I jump out of bed and rush to the front door to see what was going on and my building manager and some neighbors were outside my apartment. The planter box in front of my kitchen window was moved, the screen on my window was popped out and on the floor and the glass window was wide open! Obviously someone had broken in in the middle of the night, went in through the kitchen window and walked out the front door. The asked to see if anything was missing and sure enough my purse was gone! At the same time I couldn’t fine one of my cats, Moo Moo.

The first thing that popped in my head was my sister and brother’s sensitive information was in my purse and they could be compromised. I immediately called my sister and let her know what was going on. I tried calling the police right after and having to go through voice prompts to get to the right department and at the same time my neighbors helping me to try and find my cat. So much going on, it was chaos! I checked and double checked and triple checked my apartment to see if Moo Moo was hiding anywhere but couldn’t find her. I finally got a hold of the police and they said someone would be coming out to get a report. My building manager and I checked my apartment again and even turned my couch upside down to see if she got scared and crawled in there. Somewhere in the middle of the chaos dying down a bit, I went to go fix my bed and found Moo Moo wrapped up in my bed cover to the point where even if I looked under the bed I wouldn’t be able to see her. One problem solved. Mind you I haven’t even had the chance to wash up and make myself look decent. At the same time, in all this chaos, trying to call my credit card companies to cancel all my accounts.

Sooo you’re probably asking how they got through the window… My window was open… Okay, I know, I’m a single woman living in LA, I shouldn’t be leaving my window open!

So the police came and took a police report. Two officers asking me different sets of questions, one was for the actual break in and the other was for the theft of my belongings. At that time, I was still in shock over the whole thing and my mind was all over the place. Trying to remember all the little details was quite difficult. Oh yeah, the person left blood on the curtain and on one of the picture frames that was on the TV stand. They only took my purse. They didn’t take my laptop which was in plain sight, they didn’t take anything else of value either. My living room light was on and so was the bedroom light. I slept through the whole thing. I just remember waking up to Mochi whimpering at the door. That finally clicked. When I checked the door in the middle of the night, I didn’t notice my purse was missing, but then again, I was half asleep.

The rest of the day was calling my credit card companies and banks continuing to cancel all my accounts. That took all day long. Nate came in the afternoon and I finally got to clean up and take a shower. There was a second detective that came to take finger prints. I finally get a little break from all of it and Nate and I went to go eat at about 4:45 pm. I haven’t eaten all day. At that time I realized that I just recently started a meal delivery service that delivered Sunday through Thursday and they were the last people I gave the gate code to. How else could the person get into the building? In the five and a half years that I’ve lived in that apartment, I’ve never had a problem leaving my window open and I have water delivery service every other week, UPS, FEDex, and other delivery services come to the building and nothing ever happen until them. My finger is on the meal delivery service guy. I canceled my subscription immediately and gave that information to the police.

The days after the incident were nothing short of complicated and frustrating… It took me three days to open a new bank account. I had to go to the DMV to get a new driver’s license. Luckily my mom had lent me money otherwise I would be dead in the water with no cash or credit cards. It didn’t really hit me that my apartment was broken into until a few days later and started feeling the effects of it all. It’s been almost two weeks and things are starting to fall back into place. I keep my windows closed now. I’m looking to install a security system and cameras into my apartment and The police have identified the person using my credit cards.

The one thing we keep saying is that it was a good thing I didn’t wake up. Things could have ended a lot worse. The person that came into my apartment that night didn’t harm me or my pets. Someone is definitely watching over me.