Michael James Alexander building a bridge in Ukraine
by Almost scammed
(brazil)
The guy I was talking to I knew on OKCupid. I am Brazilian and he said he was from Chicago, but got a major contract to build a bridge in Kiev, Ukraine. He says his name is Michael James Alexander and his pictures are very much my taste, beard, kinda relaxed, modern.
He said he was 45 years old, widowed, one daughter living in Italy with a godmother since his wife passed. Only child, Italian mother, american father. Parents were poisoned when he was 17, when he moved to Chicago before even knowing what happened.
Of course, in love with me since day 3. I suspected he was a scammer. He made a point of making a video call, but it last about 10 seconds and of course, the connection was bad and we had to just talk on the phone. I am Brazilian, so not English native speaker. But I do deal with a lot of Americans and his accent was really weird - and not Italian.
Well. He was mistaken in his height - he had one height in OK Cupid, another on hangouts. When I tried to re-read his profile on OK Cupid, he had disconnected me. I asked why, he said it was probably because he was not entering there anymore as he had all he needed on me. Like, really? I led him on, I did, even though I knew it was a lie. He then disappeared for one day.
EXACTLY one month after we start talking he comes back again and says to me: My phone got ruined. I am glad the board here provided a desktop for me so I could talk to you, I would be so desperate. I asked: why dont you buy one on the internet? He says: well, here is a construction site, nobody can get in, I cant access my account and this job don't have a payment, only a huge payoff at the end.
I said: Ok, so you are on a HUGE contract, they are going to pay you 1.2 Million dollars, but they can't help this amazing professional who they need to perform with a simple phone? He said: No, I am just a worker here, etc. I said, knowing he was a scammer: well, if you give me your address, I can send you a simple phone through the internet. He them, says: Oh, I am so relieved you
offered. I was thinking of the new Samsung galaxy and since you are buying it, you could also buy one for my daughter in Italy.
I said, well, I was thinking only to send a simple thing so you can survive until the end of the bridge construction (according to him in a month). After a while, he agrees with the simple phone. But as the site is apparently on another dimension not accessible to any person, he asks me to wire the money to someone in the US who would buy the phone and send it to a flight agent who is on site with him and will deliver it. This took about 3 days, of me stressing him.
When I finally convinced him that MONEY i would not send. That is when I convinced him to give me an address to deliver the phone via Amazon. At this point he was being really rude and all the love and crazy talk stopped. But. HE DID SEND ME HIS ADDRESS AND NAME.
Suddenly, a Nigerian name appeared on the picture. And an address also, a hostel. I lead him on for a little bit more. The next day, I said to him that I wouldnt need to send the phone to that address - which is not in Kiev, but in Dnipro, 6 hours far from where he claimed to be.
I said I had the perfect solution. I said to him, when we just start taking, that I dated a consul on Eastern Europe (which is true) and I used this story: Dont be jealous, babe. But I contacted my consul friend and he knows the Ukranian Consul in Kiev. And he is going to deliver it directly to you, on hand! And as this old boyfriend is my friend now, he offered to buy the expensive model you wanted at first.
WELL. THINK of a guy nervous. He said that is no way the flight agent would go to the Embassy to pick it up or someone would be allowed to deliver it to him at this crazy place where no one is allowed to get near. Well, of course, I open the game and said: Michael, you are in fact the Nigerian friend you said to send the phone to.
He, of course, said I was crazy, and a man like him would never be with a liar like myself. The end. :)