Yep, sounds to me he’s talking about his flatmate.
I’m not a Psychiatrist but IMHO she needs rehab, a couple months at least.
It’s reminding me of the "What’s the best way to pee in a diaper if I want to drive nonstop somewhere? thread. “No, I don’t want responses on how weird it is to pee myself while driving, damnit, I want devices that will allow me to pee while driving!” I don’t know, some things are a little to odd NOT to comment on.
Now that’s just gold! 
This is a hilarious mis-placed post.
I was wondering–what thread is it meant to be in?
Practically any.
Regards,
Shodan
Ha! You’re so predictable. I knew that would be your auto-excuse for being a busy body. Check out my join date. I didn’t just fall off the Doper turnip truck and I know how you busy bodies operate. My OP was not putting my “purse out there.” It was about a frustrating gullible person who falls for scams. Is your life really so boring you have to stick your nose so far up my ass I won’t need a prostate exam for another five years? I’m not falling for your patented “you started the thread if you don’t like it don’t start it” trick.
If makes no difference to the OP if I refer to this person as SO, friend, roommate, neighbor, coworker, mom, dad, grandmother, cousin, sister, brother or who gives a fuck. Of all the things regarding the OP my exact relationship to this person is really the least of them and you’re embarrassing yourself latching onto something largely irrelevant.
You’ll note, I put this in MPSIMS and did not solicit advice. Maybe that’s a pet peeve of yours, or maybe just your favorite game to play. “You asked for advice, deal with it!” Except I didn’t.
How’s your life going, since your purse is now out there by posting in this thread. How old are you? How much money do you make? How much do you weigh? Divorced? Married? Kids? When, why, why not, how many, how much, how long? Tell me all about your life. I want to analyze it and give you my opinions on it. Come on now, fess up. I want all the details! If your life isn’t perfect, I’d like to help you spend more time improving your life instead of wasting so much time on message boards.
Rehab for what? Drugs? Alcohol? N/A. I don’t think there’s a rehab for having to learn some things the hard way.
And this doesn’t remind you AT ALL of the thread where lee mentioned “woman sperm” and got huffy when people had a million questions for her?
I think it does matter, to a point. The OP made me think about a recent thread on whether or not you could date or marry someone who was very religious or believed s/he was psychic. To me, believing you can spend $1,000 at Wal Mart just to fill in a survey is on par with talking to dead people.
Scams are horrible and get the smartest of us. But fool me once… well, you know the rest. If this were a distant, jerky uncle you could be forgiven for letting him dig his own grave. But if your finances are at all affected by her decisions, and if she doesn’t respect you enough to listen to your advice, that is a problem (even if she’s just a good friend).
That’s an interesting point of view, and I kind of see what you mean, but I really don’t agree. The OP would read very differently when you’re living with:
*) your Significant Other who’s wasting your communal resources.
*) your parent who’s wasting their pension fund and your potential inheritance.
*) your distant cousin at whom you can point and laugh, because it’s really not your problem.
By describing the “Scammee” as your SO, you were placing her in the role of a person who is very important to you, and on whose financial good sense you might someday need to rely. I’m sure you would not have gotten the “dump and run” advice you got in three of the first four comments had the “Scammee” been anything other than your SO.
Hijack aside, the only offering I have is, *if *as you put it, the “Crazy is new” you might encourage her to get a physcial check-up and make sure everything’s ok. And then maybe an appt with a shrink. She sounds pronoid.
SO to me means Significant Other. Someone you’re in a relationship with, you exchange bodily fluids with and share some bills/abode/car/pet something that ties you together. It sounds like you’re just with this woman, sharing the rent, for convenience? She’s your roommate, not your SO.
(sniff) That’s the most romantic description I’ve ever heard. (sniff)
I could have sworn that he’s referred to her as his wife in several threads in the past.
I am pretty sure that it does matter and you are one of the 3 people in the world that would think otherwise. You fucked up your terms so badly it threw everyone off. You are the one that posted this unintelligible non-sense. Take it as weird form of flattery that people want to know more about it. Your lifestyle and views seem to be bizzare to all of us and it gets much worse when your corrupt your descriptions seemingly on purpose.
You didn’t ask for advice? You were just commenting? Well, you commented on a public message board, and since you are such an experienced Doper, you know that that means you are going to get comments from us. Maybe for your next thread on how fucked up your wife is you can tell us what the acceptable comments from us are in the OP.
For what it’s worth–
When I was temping and things were slow, my agency offered me a few mystery shopping gigs. (Kelly Services, so not a fly-by-night operation.) For one reason or another, I could only take one of the jobs.
It was very straightforward. I was told I would be paid for 4 hours at $15/ hour or some such. They gave me a questionnaire that I would have to fill out. I made an appointment and went and toured a local assisted living place, pretending I was looking for something for my grandmother. I filled out the questionnaire and sent it in. Several days later, I received a check for $60 minus taxes.
There was nothing “too good to be true” about it, but it was actually sort of fun and I got a cup of tea out of the deal.
I don’t think anyone is calling Levdrakon’s friend an idiot for doing a mystery shopper job, only for not recognising advance-fee fraud when it was staring her in the face. If they sent you a cheque for $1000 and wanted you to wire them $940 in return, I imagine you’d be smart enough to turn them down.
The OP reminds me of a woman I know…
I have a friend (with kind of a mean streak) who has another friend – one with REALLY bad taste. Both are women if that matters.
Anyway, my friend has a kind of cruel game. The idea is to get her friend to buy the most garish, awful, priciest crap possible. When they shop together (they are both middle class wives supported by their husbands, so they shop together quite a bit), she just gushes over the stuff that she thinks is tacky and tawdry, trying to entice her friend to buy it. Then she chuckles over her powers to others.
Come to think of it, “friends” is a misnomer. I’m not sure what the term is.
I’m not even sure why I stay friends with the first woman, other than she’s gorgeous and funny as hell. And she doesn’t try that crap on me.
Are you sure she’s going to come into a significant amount of money? I’ve encountered a lot of people who genuinely believed and / or convinced others that a big windfall was on the way, when in fact it was not true. It was about as likely as a secret shopper program soliciting random people by mailing out vaild $1000 checks.
I won’t advise you to break up just because she’s fiscally irresponsible to the point of idiocy, but I have to say your cavalier disinterest in her plans (the “only listen with one ear” comment) doesn’t speak well of you as an SO.