by Mary Ann Neber

Created on: August 14, 2008   Last Updated: November 30, 2008

I am fortunate that I have an innocent looking face. I look like anyone's mom, and come across as a very sweet lady, where, they tell me that it seems like butter can melt in my mouth. That is why I was able to pull off an incident with the police in the fall of 1992. I should be ashamed of myself, but I think it is kind of funny.

Let me begin with my background at the time of the incident. In October of 1992, my only daughter was 19 and was living on her own a few miles from my home. I was a 44 year old, divorced, teacher who had entered the scary world of dating after being married for 20 years. I like to talk to the Big Guy in heaven and I requested that for my next relationship, I would like a man who would fall in love with me. I felt robbed of a loving relationship, since my first husband said he didn't love me... blah, blah, blah. So, I gave the Big Guy in the sky, a list of criteria for the next man in my life. First, I wanted the man to be bald... there is a reason for it. A bald man who dosen't use a "rug" or four hairs combed across the top of his head accepts himself as he is. This is an excellent quality because he would be confident, social, and probably would have a great sense of humor from all the bald jokes he had been hearing for most of his life. Secondly, I wanted a conversationalist since I spent 20 years with a grunter. Third, it would be real nice if he could speak another language because I find that incredibly sexy. Fourth, the man would have to be intelligent. And, finally, I asked for someone who enjoys nature.

I met him at Parents Without Partners during a fun bowling night in a local bowling alley. We did fun bowling and I really enjoyed Manfred's company. We went on a second date and while we were dancing he began to tell me about a trip he took across country to help himself recover from an awful divorce. What I especially liked about him was that he had a deep appreciation for nature, and, life in general. He was deeply hurt by his ex, but was not hateful when he talked about her. He had a great sense of humor, was an electrical engineeer, and, yes, he was bald. Now, are you ready for this... he spoke German fluently because he was born in Europe! Isn't that Big Guy good to me!

One night Manfred came to the house and we ordered Chinese food. Sometimes the wait for delivery is too long, so I told Manfred that I was going to pick up the food. I took the money for the food, but left my purse at home. I don't know why , but I had a

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