I met Christopher on Match.com. The first time we spoke, we talked for nearly eight hours. At the time, I thought he was open and forthcoming—especially when he told me about his arrest record right away. But I would later learn that most of what he said was complete bullshit.
Early on, he sent me a video from a podcast hosted by comedian Heather McDonald. In it, she interviewed a friend about her father’s disturbing girlfriend. Christopher told me the woman being discussed was his second wife, Tamara, painting her as diabolical and abusive. He used this story to gain my sympathy. You may listen to the interview here:
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A True Dirty Jane Story He also claimed to have a great relationship with his father and two sisters. That turned out to be a lie. During the six months I was seeing him, he didn’t see his family once—not even during Thanksgiving, Christmas, or Easter.
He said he had a strong relationship with his daughter, yet he wasn’t invited to her wedding or even to her wedding photoshoot. In fact, right before her wedding, he texted me the back-and-forth messages between him and her. This was not a daughter who respected her father. In fact, she’d rather have anybody else, but him to walk her down the aisle.
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He also claimed his last wife, Cari, stopped sleeping with him because she had experienced childhood sexual abuse. Later, he said she accused him of raping her daughters. And based on his inappropriate behavior with my friends, I now believe he’s capable of almost anything.
We first met the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. We agreed to meet at a bowling alley in Southlake. I arrived early and had a beer. He joined me, and after a couple of drinks, we were already kissing within 40 minutes. I felt a little uncomfortable—PDA with someone I’d just met isn’t really my style—but I also appreciated that he went for it.
We went back to my place and spent several hours together intimately. The next day, I invited him to Thanksgiving dinner with a couple of friends. Everything seemed great. We spent the weekend together, and within days he was sending me love songs, photos of what our kids might look like, talking about marriage, and would practice saying my name with his last name. He even said he wanted to move closer once his lease ended in January.
It was a lot—too much—but I was still curious, so I kept seeing him. I chalked up his intensity to “Texas men being different” from the guys I’d known on the West Coast.
How It Started
A few weeks later, I hosted a small pre-Christmas gathering with my closest friends—women I’ve known for decades. Christopher was with me. We had already been spending most of our time together when he wasn’t working, with hours of intimacy between every encounter. I had no reason to think he was interested in anyone else.
That night, something changed. As people started to leave, he walked out of my bedroom shirtless, leaned against the breakfast table with his arms crossed, and gave me a
passive-aggressive glare while I entertained guests. He acted as if he owned the place, while drinking whiskey and smoking a cigar outside. It bothered me.
I also saw him lean over one of my friends on my patio couch. The next morning, my other friend of 40 years told me he tried to caress her thigh. Another friend of 25 years said he asked her how she liked oral sex. A third friend, the girl from the couch, said someone grabbed her breasts during the evening—and based on who was present, it could only have been him.
I confronted Christopher. He apologized sincerely, claimed he didn’t remember anything, and lingered awkwardly before finally leaving. I was disturbed, but he later returned that week with
roses and begged for forgiveness. I told him never to drink like that again and said I needed to think.
The First Red Flags
He continued crossing boundaries—like grabbing my crotch in HomeGoods while I was looking at candles. It felt flattering at first, but it was inappropriate and unsettling. I asked him to stop.
I stopped bringing him around my friends. But when we spent Christmas Eve at the Gaylord Hotel with a friend and her 21-year-old daughter, he supposedly “eyefucked” her
daughter—though I didn’t notice it myself. Later that night, he grabbed my crotch again while we waited in the lobby. That was it for me. I told him I wanted to leave.
He cried in the hotel room when I told him I didn’t want to stay with him that night. And just to mess with my head further, he had given me a heartfelt card earlier that evening. The confusion was overwhelming.
Ongoing Inappropriate Behavior
He kept reaching out, and after my birthday, I agreed to have dinner with him at Moxie’s. He poured his heart out again—said he loved me, wanted to marry me, and so on. He had been telling me that his daughter’s wedding would be a simple courthouse ceremony, which I later learned was another lie.
By mid-January, he had moved from Frisco to Trophy Club—down the street from me. Even though we weren’t together between Christmas and my birthday, he still relocated. I visited his new apartment and was shocked. It was bare. He had no furniture, and the mattress he did have was filthy. I helped him organize things and told him he needed to buy a new mattress.
He claimed to make $25,000 a month but only had $3,400 in available credit. He said he was paying off debt and spousal support, which I accepted at the time. But there were signs—poop streaks on the walls in his bathroom, poor hygiene, and generally gross habits.
Things Got Weirder
He often made bizarre sexual comments, sent insecure photos of himself in his cheap suits, and constantly bragged about becoming the next CEO of his boss’s company, Cogent Analytics. He once said the CEO’s wife was “eye-fucking” him behind his bosses back while he was playing blackjack in Las Vegas at their April 2025 company event.
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He also told me he had a secret son from another woman that he never told his kids about—and never wanted to.
He had lied about his marriage to Tamara too. He said they married after he divorced his first wife, Michelle, but public records showed he was still married when they got evicted in May 2010.
His story about Tamara punching him on their wedding day and getting arrested to protect his mother? All lies. The police report tells a different story.
He even claimed to have had sex with his mother’s 28 year old best friend at age 16—and said she later thanked him at her funeral. That alone made me sick.
More Lies and Disturbing Behavior
He once asked to borrow money for fingerprinting to change his last name (to distance himself from his criminal record). I said no—and was stunned that he even asked. Clearly, Christopher is not who he says he is, and I told him I didn’t want to see him anymore. However, he convinced me that he was a grown man, and he still wanted to see me in spite of my lack of feelings.
Then came the ultimate betrayal. One weekend, while I had guests over and Christopher was golfing, he took longer than expected to arrive. I asked him to pick up food on the way, which he did, and then jumped in the pool. While he was outside, I saw his phone open on my counter and read some texts.
One message was from a woman asking if they’d be having phone sex that weekend. He’d sent her the same photo he sent me earlier that morning. He used the same lines with her—“Good morning, beautiful”—and referenced a hotel.
Another woman was sending him photos.
At the same time, I saw him drunkenly tipping over my friend on a raft and trying to grab her. That was it. I walked outside and told him, loudly and repeatedly, to get the fuck out of my house. He didn’t believe me at first, but I made myself clear: Do not ever call or contact me again.
Within two hours, he was messaging that same friend on LinkedIn-suggestive and gross. I blocked him, as she did the next day. She also told me while she was in the pool he put his two fingers on the side of his mouth and stuck out his tongue, indicating cunnilingus. I was shocked.
The Breaking Point
He later texted me about picking up some useless fingerprint card he left at my place. I ignored him. A week later, he dropped off a $7 item on my doorstep. I kept ignoring him.
One last disgusting thing: a week before he visited his daughter (or so he claimed), a friend of mine had stayed in my guest room. The morning after she left, I inspected the room and bathroom-it was spotless.
Later, while Christopher and I were swimming, he got out to use the restroom. Soon after, I noticed two dark brown clumps beneath the toilet seat lid and along the base. It was shit. There were no streaks leading to that spot. It looked deliberate. I asked him about it, and he blamed my friend. But it matched the poop stain colors that were in his apartment bathroom. I still have no proof, but I believe he did it to be petty or manipulative.
Final Incident
Christopher is a deeply disturbed man—manipulative, dishonest, and disgusting. I hope I never see him again. And if you’re reading this because you’ve met him or someone like him: run.