The police got involved, and it was finally revealed that he was mentally ill. He did brief jail time but couldn't be held long. At the time he e-mailed me, he was living in his mother's trailer... just down the street from my apartment. I passed my findings on to Match, and he was banned. I canceled my Match account after that.Many many years ago, a friend of mine ran into Dennis Leary online. Or at least, someone who -- after chatting for a few weeks -- admitted to her that he was Dennis Leary. They flirted a lot and went back and forth and one day, he admitted that he had feelings for her. He'd written some poetry for her, in fact. Unfortunately it turned out to be poetry I had written and published on the web months earlier. And Dennis Leary turned out to be a mentally unbalanced woman named Nancy.
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This story is slightly reminiscent of how my father got conned when he was a college student (married and with a young child, me). Some guy came to town and went to the university's business department asking for pointers to a student he could hire to help him do research. My dad had a good reputation among the people the conman asked and so they just recommended him.
The conman had him working in the university library, doing various research, for about a week. He was to be paid at the end of the research.
After about a week passed, the conman had my dad cash bad checks around town—I don't recall the details of this highly suspect task and how it might have been not so suspicious. All the checks bounced, the guy disappeared, and my dad was left holding the bag.
Charges weren't, but could have been, filed against my father. Instead, he went to the president of one of the local banks and begged for a loan to cover all the checks. Then he worked at an additional part-time job—while he already had a full-time job and was a full-time college student—to pay off the loan in the required six months or so that it was termed for.
This has never been talked about by him, as far as I know, and I only am aware of it because I came across the newspaper clipping about it (which was pretty sympathetic to the “college student”) while going through a keepsakes box when I was about 20. Then I think my mom told me more details.
The thing is, though, is that my father is one of the smartest and most wordly people I've known. He taught me to be skeptical from my earliest memories. I've sometimes wondered if perhaps he wasn't so worldly and skeptical until after his experience being conned (and very publicly so, in a small town). But I sometimes use his story as a reminder of how easy it is to be conned.
posted by Ethereal Bligh at 10:29 AM on September 10, 2007 [2 favorites]