Kind of odd she made up the story about someone important dying. I guess some people are so private they are willing to make up wild stories.
Or perhaps both are true.
Just a quick point that her texting him is more accurately him getting a text from her phone. There’s no guarantee who’s holding the phone. If texting was around when I was married to the Ex-Creep, it would have behooved anyone who hadn’t heard from me in a couple of days to do a check. Fun times!
Glad the mystery was cleared up.
And you believe him? HA!
What really happened was that the death she spoke of was of an incredibly rich relative, who was secretly on the run from the Russian mob. So she stands to inherit a massive fortune based on illegally smuggled Siberian weasels.
But the CIA is trying to infiltrate the operation. So they kidnapped her husband and replaced him with an exact duplicate. But she spotted the fact that he doesn’t have a birthmark in the shape of Pebbles Flintstone on his wing-wang. She noticed this during an abortive love-making session, and that’s the reason for the trial separation. But it wasn’t really a separation - the Russkis broke in, shot the CIA operative, and kidnapped her!
Fortunately, she was able to use a ninja throwing star to break the window at a precise angle. Then she used a secret phone to send you the coded message in her second text. If you recall, it read as follows -
“I won’t be going to [thing we planned to go to a few days later]”…
Count the number of days until the planned event. Go back to her house, and at exactly that number of minutes after the time of the text, but 24 hours later, the sun will shine at exactly the right angle to illuminate a specific book on her bookshelf. Open that book - it is an atlas containing a number of maps. Be careful - the map of Detroit is poisoned. But on the page corresponding to the same number of minutes as the angle of sunlight, there is a map of Dubuque.
Now read her last message. “Thanks, I’m okay, and feel free to check in, but I don’t know when I’ll have a phone again.” See the reference to “checking in”? That means she is pointing you to a hotel. Okay (OK) means the room number - O is the fifteenth letter of the alphabet, and K is the eleventh. Thus the room number where she is being held incommunicado is 1511.
Find the tallest hotel in Dubuque. That’s where she is.
Now all you need to do is collect a team of retired Navy SEALs, containing a gruff but lovable leader (who is too old for this shit), a wise-cracking but heroic (and expendable) Asian, assorted other ethnic representatives, and a nerdy computer whiz to hack into the CIA mainframes to disable the security system. You, of course, are the square-jawed romantic lead who is struggling to conceal a hopeless love for the woman he can never have.
Then you stage a heroic rescue, renounce the woman so that she can return to her husband (think the final scene of Casablanca but where you are bleeding from a shoulder wound), and part forever after one last, romantic kiss.
Never mind what I said about MYOB - that’s just not reasonable.
Regards,
Shodan
Exactly. This is out-there but not way way out there in hoohooland. I think concern was legitimate in this case.
Yes.
Tell me a story about the last time you showed compassion to someone. I’m interested in hearing about that.
You almost had me believing that story, until I realized that importing Siberian weasels is perfectly legal.
It would have worked, too - if it weren’t for you meddling kids!
Regards,
Shodan
I was saying “could have”, not is. More in a “the OP’s being a stalker” kind of way, than an explanation for where she is at the current moment.
I know this particular case is settled, but she didn’t drop off the face, which to me means stops communicating with no warning. She let everyone know (multiple times) not to worry if they didn’t hear from her for awhile.