I'll tell you one of mine. One day I write an article and I expand.

I have an appointment thanks to an APP. She says she is a physical therapist (it was a lie). On the second date we did it. She calls me the next day and asks me "Do you love me?"

I tell her "I just met you."

She answers, well, don't kill me, because I am a blood donor and I received a letter saying that I have syphilis and now you have to take the tests.

The story continues and gets super dark, infidelity on her part, psychological war on her part, etc.

Moral: I understand you, man. But we have to be naive with the next one so that she does not pay for the sins of the previous one. Because maybe she is the chosen one.

Big hug, John.