As I was saying in my last post, that I had caught her in a number of lies already from our texting, so of course was now quite suspicious as to whether any of the things she had told me were true. Including whether she did actually want me to come to Brandon so we can go on that date. She assured me that she did. So I said I will be there for February 6th and can stay as late as February 15th if need be. She agreed to that, and agreed to spend that first weekend together so we can actually get to know one another. So I did schedule some work out that way. But ever since I did, she got more and more distant and it got harder and harder to get any concrete answers from her as to what she wanted to do on our first date, or even what day should I get into Brandon, Friday or Saturday and what time and where should we meet? That alone made me think this was not going to happen and that she has just been lying to me (for her amusement I guess). But, I was going to go and find out. Ride it out. I did make sure I scheduled work, and made sure my friends were available for a visit just in case I never did see her or spend time with her in town. Plus I was going to be living at my Dad's place, and when not there could crash at my friend's place. I was only going to rent a motel or hotel room if things between me and Sherry did work out and we needed a place for 'privacy'. By this point I really didn't count on it though.
Sure enough. I finally had a decent chat with Sherry on Wednesday. The day before I left. She gave me some more reassurances too. Which was nice. But once again, I was still quite leary. The next day I left and drove 9 1/2 hours to my first work location, which was Moosomin (140 kms from Brandon). I texted her when I got there but didn't get a response from her. I texted her the next morning and still got no response. Then I went to work. I also texted her after work. No response. So, I was pretty much thinking this first date thing was a bust and was not going to happen. I worked a half day Saturday and then travelled the 90 minutes to Brandon. I got there about 3:30pm. I did text my friend before leaving Moosomin and told her that I'm probably going to be crashing at her place and partying with her the next couple days. I didn't want to go to my Dad's place yet. Regardless of who I was doing it with, I wanted to party with friends (or a date) for the weekend before going to my Dad's place and doing the 'family things'.
So I got some beer and got to my friend's place. After settling down to some drinks, I texted Sherry again and basically told her that I was in town and something along the lines that said "as suspected, she was just a chronic liar, and a generally low-class person." Then she did text back. For the first time in 3 days I may add. She said that she had been in the hospital so couldn't text me. I scoffed, and asked her if she had fractured her knee? She then pretended to get hurt and angry and said she was in pain, and that I should read the paper tomorrow if I didn't believe her. I scoffed again and told her no problem, I can be anywhere in Brandon within 5 minutes. Let me know where you are, and I'll come and see you. (I don't think that she believed that I was actually in Brandon.) There was no response, so after another beer I texted her back and told her she was a f#cken liar, a loser, and just a waste of my time. She then replied back and said "who's the liar? I'm not hear to judge."
I got the impression that as much as she was lying to me all along in those three weeks we'd been talking, that she also thought I was lying as well. I don't think she even thought I was in all the towns I was texting her from. I'm thinking the only reason that she had me call her that one night was to see where I was calling from. Which was from an Internet phone in the motel office, so it didn't have an area code. (BUT as stated before, at that time we did talk for about two or more hours about a number of things, and it was exactly the conversation you would have if you were getting to know a person that you were starting to date. Then we talked about talking on the phone on a regular basis from that point. Which of course didn't happen. But still - weird.) Anyway, she certainly was calling me a liar now, and it appeared that she didn't think that I was actually in Brandon at the moment. I guess she thought that I was bluffing all along. All through the past three weeks, and that she would just keep calling me on my bluff. Except, I had never once lied to her, and I was never bluffing. We just left it at that though, and our correspondence stopped. Another friend of ours called me back, but he was at a party with family and wanted me to call back later. So me and Charlie (Arlene) just kept visiting and having drinks into the wee hours of the morning. Then we crashed. In separate beds I may add. Actually, I had the couch. Me and Charlie (Arlene) have been friends for 9 years, but there is a 12-year age difference between us (I'm younger), and we have never been anything but friends. I have never had any interest or attraction beyond that. Just saying.
We slept about four hours, then got up and finished the last of the beers from the night before. Then talked for a while. Around 1pm I left to go find some cheap pizza and while I was out I did text Sherry again. After all, I still wanted to see if I could salvage a date with her. I still was in Brandon specifically to see her. I also still wanted some sort of explanation about what the past three weeks of correspondence was all about. I didn't get a response though, so left it at that. Picked up some pizza, and some more beer and then headed back to Charlie's for another night. I wasn't going to tell my Dad that I was in town until the next morning. The great thing is that I could still charge my employer nightly for my 'travel allowance' expense for both those nights, because I worked on Saturday (made good commission on top my travel allowance to boot), and could charge Sunday as a travel day. So all the beers we were drinking were essentially free, and I was still getting paid some extra on top of that! :D
So I was drinking one more night at Charlie's place. Later that evening, her former son-in-law, Rob dropped by. A seemingly good guy by the way. He had some drinks with us and we got to talking. I told him why I was in town, and that I was being stood up. And told him the whole story.
After a while, he all-of -a-suddenly asked Sherry's name again. It turns out that he knows her. Knows her father and knows her ex-boyfriend who dumped her. Apparently, she wasn't any of the things that she said she was. According to him, she is quite the barfly. Goes to bars all the time. Pretty much weekly. She's not the innocent 'choir girl' that she says she is. Apparently she's got a different man every time he sees her. And she doesn't own her house and live with her ex, she lives with her Dad and its his house. Her ex did win a lot a money and dumped her, but he didn't leave her high-and-dry, he left her with $100K before he took off. Then she hooked up with a guy about 9 years younger than her and he took her for all her money. Once the money was gone, he took off in the brand new Ram truck that she bought him. They told me that she is a typical downtown Brandon girl, who does lots of drugs (pops pills) and goes home with the older desperate men from downtown so she can play them for money. They said that they didn't even know if she worked at all. That I think she does do. She's not a good enough (consistent enough) liar, which is how I am able to catch her all the time in her lies. But the one thing she does do, is go to bed every night at 10pm during the week and only stays up late drinking on weekends. So she is going to work everyday. She's not good enough to 'fake' that. She's just not consistent enough when she lies, so I would have caught that. so I'm pretty certain that she does at least have a job. Anything else she's told me, who knows? I guess I don't know this person at all. She does appear to be quite the piece of work though. Whatever.
This news very much perturbed me. THIS is who I made the trek all the way back to Brandon to go on a date with? A typical downtown Brandon girl? Wow. How embarrassing. Whatever. BUT this did upset me somewhat and I started drinking MUCH more heavily. We had lots of beer to last us until morning. I texted her a few times. When Rob would tell me something new, I would text her about it. Of course I wasn't getting any response. She hadn't responded to any of my texts since she said she had been in the hospital and then suggested that I was the liar. At first my texts were more "civil", but calling her out on what her real life actually is. Then a few hours later, when I was now REALLY drunk, I send her some much more scathing messages. No reply. I left it at that and continued drinking with Rob and Charlie and eventually we crashed for the 'night' (probably around 6am tho). I got up a few hours later and then called my Dad to let him know that I was in town, and would be over in an hour or so.
So I went home to Dad's house and did the 'family' thing for the day. Later that day, I decided to teach Sherry a bit of a lesson for making me drive all the way to Brandon to be stood up. I started texting her, but pretending that I was upset and pretty much a 'psycho'. Told her things that I knew about her, and that we knew where she lived, and things along that line. Then throughout the day and evening (and part of the night) kept texting her. Repeating a lot of the same things and really sounding like a crazy angry person. Eventually she texted me back trying to get me to stop. Even said she was going to call the cops. Which made me scoff, and reply back, "What are they going to do, trace this number to an address in Calgary?" Then I kept on with my psychotic texting. Eventually I quit. But not until into the am. Then the next day, I texted back and said, "Ah, just kidding. I'm not psycho. Don't know any crazy friends any more, and were never actually mad or upset with you. You can live in whatever type of life you want to create for yourself. Take care!". Then I never texted her again. That was that. Over and done.
Seeing I obviously wasn't going to be spending the week and weekend with Sherry, I decided to cut my Brandon time a couple days short and schedule some work for myself throughout Saskatchewan for the weekend. I scheduled a day at the COOP at a town 30 miles West of Moosomin for Friday, and then a town just East of Regina (Balgonie) for Saturday. That way I could work my way back to Calgary. I took the tuesday off spending it with family, knocked some business doors on Wednesday, then spent more time drinking at Charlie's until Thurs morning. Then spend Thursday with Dad and a cousin, and got up around 6am Friday and drove 2 hours to work. Made good money, then drove to my next destination and got a room for the night. A snow/ wind storm was starting to brew but I made it before it started. Checked out where I'd be working in the morning. Checked out the local pub but only stayed for one drink because it was boring. Then bought a bottle of blackberry rye (never tried that before) and had a few drinks while texting friends and watching tv. The snow/ wind storm hit by then, but I got up in the morning and went to work. As it turns out, I made GREAT money that day because all the people that were going to go to Regina for the weekend, cancelled all their plans and went to get groceries, alcohol, and/ or movies instead. The place where I was working was all those things plus the local post office. So I made decent money. packed up after work, and hit the road back to Calgary. The severe wind storm was still raging and highway travel wasn't recommended as it was completely white out conditions with no visibility but there was no ice and it wasn't slippery so I decided to go for it. I did NOT want to spend a second night in Balgonie, Sk.
(NOTE: I'm just getting back to continuing this post after about an 8 month break. A lot has happened since then, but I'll just continue where I left off...)
I figured me and Sherry were now completely done. On Monday I was picked up by my other employer and we headed to Vancouver to sell products at a 5-day trade show. It was now the Spring Home and Garden trade show run which is always good money. As fate would have it, Me and Sherry were NOT done. Three days into the trade show, and about eight days after we last texted, Sherry texted me (around midnight). Asking what I was up to, and apologizing for having me drive to Brandon and for standing me up. I had realized that I had a big smile on my face from hearing from her and despite it all I still liked talking/ texting with her. It is what it is. With or without her I will still be doing my semi-regular trips back to Brandon in the Fall/ Winter and would still rather have her in my life while there than not. So we continued corresponding regularly again. Not the lengthy conversations (texts) we were having while I was in Slave Lake, but regular correspondence none-the-less. She also told me that someone had 'booked up' the time she was supposed to have off in May so woudn't be traveling to Calgary (perhaps another bs story about the swiped vacation time) but I wasn't expecting a May visit from her by now anyway. So all is good.
The Spring trade show run finished in mid-April and I wasn't supposed to start up again with STARS until around June so I had time off. My correspondence with Sherry continued to go well, so I decided to make one more trip back to Brandon the last two weeks of May. True, it was mostly to see if we could actually go on the elusive date we kept talking about, but this time I wasn't going 'for' her. My other friends were still available to socialize and party with and my Dad was selling his house (our family home) in August so it would be my last chance to live in 'our' house and I could help him start to pack some things up. I was no longer banking any plans on Sherry's ability to follow thru with what she was saying. So I went to Brandon, not counting on anything, but still with the idea that we would have that 'first date' on Saturday evening.
I got into Brandon on Thursday and spent Friday evening at Charlie's place having drinks. As usual, I crashed there on the couch (actually she had a spare mattress for me which I could pull out for my visits) and when I woke up in the morning I texted Sherry. She was up and said we can see each other 'now' if I wanted after she had a shower. She even gave me her address to come pick her up. Wow. Okay. I gave her an hour and then went to get her. I still half expected her to stand me up, but no, she was there and we went back to Charlie's. That Rob guy that told me 'the truth' about Sherry arrived at Charlie's just before I left to get Sherry and another one of Charlie's cousin's was in town from Edmonton with a bunch of money she just inherited. So there was plenty of money for beer. I was taking it easy though because I wanted my day to be spent getting to know Sherry. Plus, Sherry wasn't drinking any beer. She was drinking cola from the big travel mug that she brought from home. It didn't occur to me at the time, but it wasn't just cola, she had alcohol in it as well. I thought we were going to just take it 'easy and casual' like we talked about. I didn't mind taking it slowly to get to know one another but after a little conversation she wanted to kiss. So we did that a bit here and there while talking. We were still in mixed company at Charlie's place. Out of the blue though, around 2pm, Sherry decided that she wanted to go home and shower and freshen up before we went out together that night. I thought that a bit odd as she had a shower before I picked her up around 11am. But whatever. I offered to walk with her, but she wanted to take a cab. So we called a cab and she was on her way.One thing that I did note though, is that though Sherry remembered Charlie from 'back in the day' they didn't act like they knew each other much, and Rob and Sherry didn't act like they knew each other at all. I noted it, but passed it off as maybe because Rob's wife was with him. I stayed at Charlie's for another couple beers but then walked home to my Dad's house around 3:30p. I wanted to be 'fresh' for the evening as well. I cleaned up then texted Sherry to see if she wanted to go out for dinner or if I should eat with my Dad. She didn't get back to me right away, so I had dinner with Dad. She finally got back to me around 7pm saying she had slept and still needed an hour to 'freshen up'. An hour went by and she had another story as to why she wasn't ready and told me to wait another hour. Then another hour went by and I couldn't get a hold of her. Seeing I was going out for the evening, Dad had already left to visit someone else. I went back to Charlie's place and she was also gone. So I went back to Dad's place and sat home alone on Saturday night. Eventually I got a hold of Charlie and went over there for the night. With being stood up yet again, I now wanted to drink and socialize. Seeing they had all that money from her cousin, they had been drinking most of the day and were in a strange mood. Rob eventually came back from some sort of 'hiaideous' and said he saw Sherry at the bar only a couple hours ago, and she was still wearing the same clothes she was wearing when she left at 2pm. This was not pleasing news to me, and made me drink faster. Lol. I figured I was once again done with Sherry.
But I was out to dinner with Dad a couple evenings later and decided to send her another text trying to figure out why she kept lying to me. I had also sent her a few much more 'scathing' texts that morning while drinking with Rob and Charlie and the cousin. She texted back and we talked it out a bit. It was a decent talk. I asked her if I was ever going to get to spend some 'alone time' with her while in town, and she said 'probably'. I was heading back to Calgary sometime 'next week' but she also had the week off of work. She said we can get together then. Fair enough. We were still 'in play'.
We talked (texted) more in the coming days and while running around tried connecting but it still proved to be elusive. She would text me while I had plans with Dad, and then when I was available she wasn't. But at least we were still talking about it. I had made some more comments to her, at times calling her out on some of her 'stories' that Charlie and Rob had debunked (and she hadn`t denied when I called her on it at the time), BUT now she`s saying that all the things she initially told me about her job, house, living conditions, et al were all true. She had me call her and we talked it out over the phone. When I talk to her, I do believe her and think she is sincere. Aside from the stupid little stories that didn`t make sense and the fact the she kept standing me up I have always got the sense from her that she is a sincere and honeest person. My ìnsticts`have always told me that she is `real`. Not perfect by any means. But who is? It was always the sense I got from her. I once again believed her now too. You could hear her sincerity it in her voice. Anyway, we also made plans for me to meet her at her house in the morning as she had the day off.
I was supposed to go to Sherry`s around 8am, but as it turns out I woke up at around 5am that morning and when I texted her around 6:30am she was up and told me to come over `now`. Her roommate (ex) was at work, so he wouldn`t know that she had a male guest over. I had to shower but said I`d be right over. I was still half expecting her to stand me up, but I certainly was going to go for it. I quickly had my shower. I didn't want to give her any additional chance to cancel and I grabbed some beers that I had left over and went to her place. I knocked on the door, still half expecting her to be gone, BUT she was actually there. She had a drink in hand and we sat on the porch and talked. I was into my second beer and she gave me a nice tour of her place. It is small but nice and very well kept. It turns out that she does live with her ex, and sleeps on the couch, as she had said. And they were living together for a number of years before he struck it big in a lottery and then dumped her. Instead of her going for half of his winnings (as they were married by common law) he made some other BS agreement with her to share a house and pretty much allow him to keep all of the money. She agreed. Too bad on her part. Its not a good arrangement as she had numerous restrictions placed upon her in her (supposedly) own house. On a side note, she still probably can get a lawyer and go for a share of the winnings. After all, they were legally married by common law rules for years before he won the money and broke up with her. But apparently they did draw up some sort of legal terms when they decided on the compromise. Whatever. Not my issue.
One thing to note is that from the time I picked Sherry up a week before to take her to Charlie's place she was always making comments about how small my hands were. My hands are relatively small but actually quite normal. I still need to buy large-sized winter gloves. But I was soon going to realize why it was such a big deal for her. After a couple drinks, I used her bathroom. Just as I was finishing and was zipping up my pants she opened the door. Okay. No big deal. Then she used the bathroom but dropped her pants without closing the door right in front of me. Once again, not a problem. I had no problems watching her as we talked. When she finished, she made the comment, "Well, now that you've seen me, I think I should be able to see yours." I had no problems with that so opened my pants so she can take a look. She said something along the lines of "Wow. It's big. With such small hands I thought that you would have a small cock." (My cock is actually pretty much average-sized but I don't mind the compliment.) I replied, "Are you kidding? Have you seen the size of my feet?" (I have size 11 feet, and am 6 foot tall, so I'm not small in any way.)
Then she says, "Well, I think we should have a quickie!" I had no problems with that so we stripped down on the couch and had some fun. And it was fun. Then we went back out to the porch and talked some more over another drink. She decided that we should lay down and sleep for a while, but when we started spooning on the couch I started massaging and rubbing her a bit and it was on again. Longer than a quickie. I wasn't complaining. By now it was getting more into the afternoon so I had to be ushered out as her roommate (ex) would soon be coming home from work. We talked and kissed a bit more and I was on my way. It was a very pleasant morning and afternoon. I had only had about 3 full beers the entire time too, so was fine to drive.
Hm. This girl continues to both surprise and confuse me. But ah well. All's well that ends well is how I look at things. I was only going to be in town a couple more days before heading to Calgary, but I did stop by to see her one more time before I left. Just for an hour and only to talk and hug and kiss a bit. It was nice. So I went back home to Calgary. We continued texting regularly though. Or at least semi-regularly. We would go through a spell of texting nearly daily, and then she would become scarce for a while. A couple times she blurted a text out saying along the lines that she "was done with me, and moving on". They were always just out of the blue and not prompted by anything on my end. So I would persist and eventually get her talking to me again and everything went back to as 'normal' as we always had it anyway. Of course, what is 'normal' anyway.
So that leads us towards December. Around October or so she had her last 'blow up' about being done with me. That took me a good three or four weeks to get her corresponding again but I did win over. We got back into regular correspondence in November and then it started tailing off. She had mentioned that a lot was going on with her lately. I eventually asked her what exactly was going on and she admitted that she did have a boyfriend all this time (for years actually - but a different one that her ex who she lives with) but was cheating on him. But now he's moved to Vancouver as of December 1st and she now regrets all of it. Hm. That does explain a lot. Not everything. But a lot more about some of her more 'erratic' behavior. I had never known that she had a bf, but it didn't surprise me. I always knew more was going on with her life than she was telling me.
But it is what it is. We left it at that. I don't know nor care about any additional details. We decided that seeing I'm going to be in Brandon for a couple of weeks over Christmas anyway, and since Dad had sold his house this year I am going to be in a motel, that we would spend time together while I'm back there. So we did that. But I will leave those details for another post as this one has gone on long enough and has been in 'production' for nearly a year now.
