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Monday, December 28, 2009 Advice Needed: Am I Dating James Bond? Ah, the holidays....now that we're reaching that final stretch, I've got a conundrum for you all. I need advice, and quickly. If you've been following things on ye olde blog, you know that I've been dating Kurt since the end of April of this year. Kurt is 39, twice divorced, with a 2 year old daughter (whom I have not met). And if you haven't been keeping up with ye olde blog, that should catch you up. Oh, yeah, I bought the dude an Xbox for Christmas. So, Christmas...a holiday to be spent with family and friends came and went. I asked for one thing from Kurt for Christmas--I wanted him to spend the night, which he has yet to do. He promised that he would do that, but that it wouldn't be Christmas eve, day or the following day, as he would be hoping from family event to family event, spending time with his daughter, his ex (who, in alternating weekends, had his daughter for Christmas) and her family, and his family. Fair enough. I didn't expect to hear from him over the weekend, and I didn't. But I get a text from him today--I texted him because my car battery died this morning, and I asked him how his Christmas was; his reply: "It was okay, but we need to talk. Nothing bad, but more than I can text." Okay...weird, but I asked him to just call me and tell me what was going on. And here it is: Kurt and Ex #1 (not the mother of his daughter) divorced many years ago, but they've kept in touch over the years. Well, not the past 7 or 8 years. Kurt has been in touch with Ex#1's family, but they haven't heard from her either. He decides to track her down, to get in touch with her and to tell her to contact her family, who is worried. In tracking her down, he spends hundreds of dollars, finds that she's named as a plaintiff in a class-action suit against a company that makes colonoscopy scopes (she has Crohn's disease), but otherwise is unsuccessful. Until Christmas this year. He got a call from the Highway Patrol in Nevada--there was a car accident near Las Vegas, single car, driver and passenger, both dead. The passenger had his phone number so the Highway Patrol called it. Apparently, Ex#1 was planning on getting in touch with him, but she died. So, Kurt borrows airline miles from a friend, flies to Vegas over Christmas to identify the body (indeed it is Ex#1) and flies back home. Kurt alerts the family to the demise of Ex#1. He tells me that his Christmas was okay, but he wasn't in Vegas long enough to gamble. So....I did the nice girlfriend thing (sorry for your loss--tried to be understanding and comforting), but the more I think about it, the more I just want to scream what the FUCK? His family let him just skip on Christmas? His friend transferred miles last minute to fly during peak holiday time? They let the friend transfer the miles? It wasn't a black-out date? Why didn't the Highway Patrol call Ex#1's family first? Surely she had identification or a cell phone or dental records? And if the accident were so bad that none of that survived, how did Kurt's number survive in that very accident? Would the Highway Patrol really call a random phone number found on a body at the scene of an accident? I need advice, and quick. I want to believe him, I really do. I like him a lot, he's a really sweet guy, but this story doesn't make sense. The more I think about it, the more things I find to pick apart. And if Ex#1 is dead, now is probably not a good time to question the status of our relationship--yes, she's an ex, but he loved her enough to marry her, and I'd question if he weren't upset about her death. But....yeah. Help. Leave a comment. Send an email. Call if you've got my number. Just please don't post it on my Facebook wall (we are Facebook friends). posted by jaime | 12:36 PM 0 comments |
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