Friday, September 18, 2015

Dating, Lies and Money

Not long time ago I met an over 50 years old lady. She found out I'm freelance journalist and she wants me to write about her story.
Coming from other country, feeling lonely she jumped on the well-known dating site www.Ourtime.com.
Egna thought she found a nice man. They started to chat and exchanged the words of a possible romance.
He played the victim of distressing issues in his life: very sick kids and in need of funds for helping them.
The guy pretended to be a German origin and spoke the language of the true love, of the man who pretended to had found his match. Egna didn t hesitate one moment and sent the guy a substantial amount of over 6 thousands dollars.
It was too late when the poor lady realized the guy was a professional thief and she got scammed.
She felt bad, hurt, humiliated. It took a while until she decided to file complaints with IC3. Nobody contacted her and she believes the site it s just there for nothing. She lost the hope in any possibilty of having money back.
She contacted as well the Local Police Department, but it was too late.
She gave me the right to publish the guy's picture and his name. Maybe there are not real, but this message in the bottle could prevent other scams. The guy pretended to be from Wisconsin and his name is Christopher K Meader.




1 comment:

Catlady4020 said...

This man is very real and also managed to get money out of me. He hangs out on Match.com and his passport indicated "Christopher Klopp Meader" from Racine, WI. I'd love to track him down and have the US Government nail his ass to a tree. He also uses Mary Pope, U.S. Bank National Association - 5662, and Tana Maria Evangelist, Valley National Bank - 4226 as monetary transfer points in the US. He actually had me transfer money to South Africa so I know how far his spiderweb is. If you are working on a story I'll be happy to talk with you via email.

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