MAN DATES GAL ON INTERNET FOR SIX MONTHS — AND IT TURNS OUT SHE’S HIS MOTHER
We got this one off of Yahoo, and no one should miss this. Hysterical.
By Grace Green
MARSEILLES, France — Skirt-chasing playboy Daniel Anceneaux spent weeks talking with a sensual woman on the Internet before arranging a romantic rendezvous at a remote beach — and discovering that his on-line sweetie of six months was his own mother!
“I walked out on that dark beach thinking I was going to hook up with the girl of my dreams,” the rattled bachelor later admitted. “And there she was, wearing white shorts and a pink tank top, just like she’d said she would.
“But when I got close, she turned around — and we both got the shock of our lives. I mean, I didn’t know what to say. All I could think was, ‘Oh my God! it’s Mama!’ ”
“Mom called herself Sweet Juliette and I called myself The Prince of Pleasure, and unfortunately, neither one of us had any idea who the other was,” said flabbergasted Daniel.
“The conversations even got a little racy a couple of times.
“But I really started to fall for her, because there seemed to be a sensitive side that you don’t see in many girls.
“She sent me poems she had written and told me about her dreams and desires, and it was really very romantic.
“The truth is, I got to see a side of my mom I’d never seen before. I’m grateful for that.”
When starry-eyed Daniel asked Sweet Juliette to send him a picture, Nicole e-mailed him a photo of a curvy, half-clad cutie she’d scanned from a men’s magazine.
“The girl in the picture was so beautiful, I begged Juliette to meet me on the beach — and Mom said yes,” he recalled. “Mom says she was falling for me, too, and she just wanted to meet me, even though she knew I’d be disappointed when I saw her.
“As for me, I figured I was going to find the girl of my dreams.
“I guess that’s about as wrong as I’ve ever been.”
If there ever was a comic case for conducting a background check this has to be it. Freudians would have a field day with this, since it reeks of Oedipus and his near-century famous complex. As for the French they have to wonder if they know the art of love like they claim. The country is certain to lose a few bragging rights, thanks to the amorous Daniel.
While we find this hysterical, there is a lesson here. The lesson being, you never know who is on the other end of the Internet line, making sweet talk and dazzling you with romantic visions. It could be your mother or father, or it could be Jack the Ripper. Or maybe it’s some scumbag who has had money troubles, and he will soon be hitting on you for a couple of bucks. You warm up to the wrong con man and your resounding sexual adventure could be a little less than perfect when you discover he has stolen your identity.
As for us, finding Mommy waiting romantically on the beach for us is scary enough.
