ALIAS!

Dear Diary,

I met Ron a.k.a Patrick on a dating website. Most people shake their head when you mention online dating, but, I have to admit, I've met great prospects online. Some I’d dare to say are some of "D.C.’s most Eligible Bachelors". But I digress. The night that “Ron” and I had our initial conversation on the phone, it went well. He was funny and had intelligent,thought-provoking things to say. I was intrigued. I was excited to meet him,but my excitement was soon cut short when he told me that he was traveling toAustin, Texas for SXSW. He explained that he was an A&R for Def Jam, and he was traveling there for a week to look for talent. He said that he lived inBaltimore, but worked in NYC. That was the first indication that something waswrong. 

Each night that he was away, we spoke via phone and soon ourconversations went to Skype. We would chat for hours. It was weird, I felt myself falling for a guy I had never met. I had to check my emotions immediately. I’m not some homebody chick with low self-esteem. I’m a pretty decent looking girl, with a great career and a very active social life in the District.I was not lacking in the dating department. I knew better than this. When something seems too good to be true, well you know the rest.

The day before “Ron” returned from SXSW, he explained that he got a call from his manager, No I.D., who is a hip-hop and R&Bproducer, and VP of Def Jam Records. He claimed that his manager told him that he was getting a promotion and that he needed to fly back to NYC first thing the next morning. He called me immediately to tell me the news. While I was reluctant,I still shared my excitement with him. We talked about his dreams and goals allnight until his flight left for NYC.

After his meeting, he called to tell me that he was promotedand received a 300% increase, and would be responsible for managing a staff of 6. I was excited, but at the same time, my intuition was telling me that somethingwas wrong with this story. First, in this economy, I don’t know many people who get those kinds of raises, especially in the music business.  After we got off the phone, I called one of myvfriends who used to work in the marketing department for Def Jam to see if she knew him, or if she could provide some feedback on this situation. She told me that it was possible, but she doubted it.

While she and I were on the phone, “Ron” sent me an email with a picture attached. The picture was of him, Russell Simmons and Nas at some event in NYC. The subject said “Wish you were here”.  While reviewing the content of the email, I noticed that it said it was from Patrick Lawson. I said who the eff is Patrick Lawson? I Googled the name and the email address and it was linked to a Twitteraccount. The description read “P. Lawson. Producer, A&R, Music Lover,Husband, Father and Baltimorean for life”. So basically this MF'er lied about his name, lied about his single status annnnnd didn't even work in NYC nor was a VP of Def Jam...smh.

That was all I needed to know. No need to ask any questions.I never answered any of his text messages or phone calls again.

WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE?

WOULD YOU HAVE CONFRONTED HIM ABOUT HIS LIES?????