Cynthia fell for the much older, wealthy man with the Maserati, condo on Nob Hill, house in Tahoe and a “place” in the desert.
It took two months of razzle-dazzle dates: jaunts to the Napa for lunch at Auberge du Soleil and wine tastings, dinner at the notoriously expensive Season, a weekend at the “Desert House” (a luxurious five-bedroom manse with a stunning kitchen bigger than her condo with a walk-in refrigerator; pool; orchid forest, etc) before she really “got” him.
Beguiled by his wealth, “toys,” trips and small, but expensiv trinkets from Tiffany’s, she eventually woke up.
Harold said he had accumulated a great deal of wealth first in the liquor business, then in real estate, and as a result of some very “shrewd” investments.
Google the Guy
Cynthia’s very best friend, Patsi, was impressed by the enormous wealth of this guy and was delighted to see her friend swept off her feet, enjoying such a romantic tryst with a real tycoon.
Curiosity prompted her to Google, Harold Cowle, the self-proclaimed multi-millionaire. Patsi the paralegal knew how to dig deep for details and what to her wondering eyes should appear – details indicating old Harold had kept some pretty risque company. A few of his pals were wearing orange jump suits at white-collar crime “joint.”
Actually, Harold was of Polish origin – his legal name was Kowalczyk of the infamous clan involved in Bernie Madoff type Ponzi schemes.
Based on these reports, Cynthia broke it off with Daddy Big Bucks and tells all her single girls friends to Google the Guy, every time.
The party is over.