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Chris McNamara (info4theMaclabel@yahoo.com) Heartdoctorinau on Match.com. Says the doctors name is James Chambers (British) & drivers licence JJJ0219AA for his 4year old daughter who does not exist and does not have Typhoid or Malaria.

Also goes by the name Matthew=all the same person.He was rejected by women when he actually put his own profile on match.com. He is not 45. He is 26.
Has Conned 6 women in 2 years. He actually does not live in Glenfield NSW and is not currently working in Nigeria on a construction job that he supposedly employed by a bank there that has just closed everything down. It all matches the news when you go on the internet google “Nigeria news on the bank”

He actually lives in Lagos, Nigeria… Goes by the name Chris McNamara on Match.com. Heart Doctor.
His profile picture on Match.com is not him. He copied Chris McNamara’s photo’s from the obituary section on the internet of the deceased Chris McNamara in Rolling Meadows USA in 2007 age 56.

Very sad really. He knows he has done wrong. He just wants out of his country. He tripped over himself with his words over 2 weeks of knowing him with what he was saying.
His web cam is broken.
He talks over the internet Yahoo messenger.
Very sexy voice.
Beautiful poetry.
Falls in love with you.
Says he will be with you forever.
Just the man you want to be with. But you haven’t met him or seen him on web cam??? Bit sus.

Says his wife died at childbirth, Parents died when he was five when he was in Dublin. Foster mum & him moved to America. Then moved to Glenfield NSW from Canberra when wife died. (said wife was Hawaiian)
Doesn’t know anyone here.

Not listed when call directory service to check for phone # etc. Brought his daughter (Sunshine) a dog called Tinkerbell. Sunshine likes barbie dolls and tea parties.. Even had a young girl talking in the background.

Always google any emails, names, info etc etc. Yes.

Yes he is lovely. Desperate for money to get a better life. Desperate to give his love to a woman but trapped in Nigeria.

Gives you hospital address: Malomo Hospital, 33 runsewe Estate Off Ahmoalya Rd, Ajye, Lagos State 23401. His mobile is 00112347058057521 & James the doctor is 0011234705194433.
But no answer when try mobile.. he says bad area. But he did call me from a mobile and it comes up unknown on your mobile.

Why would James the doctor allow Chris McNamara to take his drivers licence to the Western union to show ID to collect Money?? Sus.
Why would he leave his daughter alone?? Sus.

And anything under $1000 on the western union form.. they don’t have to have ID… sus. It’s all sus.

He used the money over the past 2 years from women to pay for his schooling. He wants out of Nigeria. Its rather sad when someone can’t be themselves and cruel of anyone to reject someone by saying they are BLACK. (replying to his emails on match.com when he was himself that is???… & girls saying “not into blacks” sorry. That’s appalling)

Unless we have lived in Nigeria.. can’t possibly know the “hell” place they live. Why is it sooo bad there when we have it sooo good here?

These men/women in Nigeria should however tell the truth about who they are as people. Use correct photo’s and NEVER INVOLVE PHOTO’S OF SOMEONE ELSE’S CHILDREN!!!! OR SOMEONE ELSE FOR THAT MATTER.
THEY SHOULD NEVER TALK TO YOUR CHILDREN IF THEY CAN’T SHOW YOU ON WEB CAM WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE, THAT THEY ARE REAL.

It doesn’t matter if we as people are “Black” or “White” in colour. We are all people and all deserve the right as a human spiritual person.

It’s these people in Nigera that play with the emotional mind that is not the correct thing to do. It hurts when you have been lied to about a sexy voice & beautiful poetry and words that to find out they just do not match the picture or face & the confusion after they ask for help for a little girl…when they ask for help $$. Especially when they supposedly have a house car and money here in Australia.
That the banks here can’t get money to him?
He won’t call the consulate office. Says they don’t understand what he is going through.

If he is in a bad way because of what the government had done to him then he should have rung the consulate office immediately. & knowing Nigeria is not a good place. Why would a rich man take a young girl to work with him in Nigeria?? Why would he take the risk of his daughter getting sick??

Mo-vaka-loa. (Bex, Matthew) is his name not Chris McNamara.He lives in Nigeria, that’s why.

Very sexy voice though. Kind heart and yes he fell in love with someone that he would love to have but he is stuck in a country that he doesn’t want to be.

Let just stop the lies ya.
I lied to him by giving him a false address for me when he was going to get his Aussie bank to post me a cheque so I could take it to Western Union to get $$ to him.

WESTERN UNION FORMS STATE: IF YOU HAVE NOT MET THE PERSON: DO NOT SEND ANY MONEY. If w

Can you spot the difference?

Between a bloke and a shopping trolley?

Sometimes a shopping trolley has a mind of it`s own.

Between hard and dark?

It stays dark all night.

Between a bloke and childbirth?

One can be terribly painful and sometimes almost unbearable
while the other is only having a baby.

Between a bloke and his photo?

The photo is fully developed.

Between a bar and a clitoris?

Blokes have no trouble finding a bar.

Between an attractive bloke and an ugly one?

About 8 glasses of wine.

Between your husband and your lover?

About 3 hours.

Between a bloke and a piece of cheese?

Cheese matures.

Between a golf ball and a G-spot?

Men will always look for a golf ball.

Between Match Of The Day and a toilet seat?

A bloke will never miss Match Of The Day.

Between a bloke and a battery?

A battery has a positive side!

Can’t remember the movie title. Grateful for your help.?

Story line more or less: a city working woman (photographer having a rough time at it) breaks up with her boyfriend…she wants to get married but thats the last thing on his mind. Friend convinces her to go out to the country and meet a guy whose ad was put in the paper by his sister. He’s a country guy…wife died during childbirth, along with the baby…heartbroken…not interested in anyone…sister convinces him to meet her. They meet…there’s tension at first. Lots of horses in the movie. Beautiful horses. At the end, they fall in love. Last scene is the guy walking in leading a horse (symbolic of a previous custom where if the girl accepts the horse left outside her tent as the bride price, that means she accepts the guy) into the place (the city) where girl is hosting some kind of photo-gallery-show. Falls into his arms (well…not literally). The end.

Rate my writing? =) Pretty Please?

I’m writing this story for the Watty awards, so it’s already posted somewhere. I’m just wondering, does this sound right to you? Anything you would change?

Prologue.

Tokyo, Japan.
1:52 PM

“Adhesive glue, Charlotte? Really?”

I sighed, picking at the loose threads of the armchair. The principle’s office was dark and damp. The only light came from the large set of french windows across from me, and the room seemed to be filled with stale, muggy air. I felt perspiration on my neck and noticed the little strands of silky blonde hair sticking to my neck. I was wondering, as I had been for nearly ten minutes, why a private girl’s school wouldn’t have air conditioning. I then focused on the jingling of Chie’s charm bracelet, half-ignoring my principle’s angry scolding, and I smiled. She always did that when she was really annoyed. And to be honest with you, Mrs. Ito had a very annoying voice.

Oh, how rude of me. My name is Charlotte DeCalloway. My father, James DeCalloway, owns Denki Corp, (and does some other, less-than-respectable business on the side, I’m sure.), a very popular, and very powerful computer and weapons manufacturing company. This makes him the third richest man on earth. I, the only heiress to such a lovely fortune, am currently trapped inside the principle’s office of The Lotus Blossom private school for girls. Why you might ask? Because I’m an independent, self-thinking woman who decided to take desperate matters into her own hands.

Pssht.

In reality, I put adhesive glue on a couple of lunch benches, which Toshiko and her bitch-crew just happened to sit on. The force of them trying to stand up when they had realized what I had done just happened to rip their skirts in half, right in front of everyone. Which, of course, had to be the most embarrassing thing that’s happened in years. And possibly the best thing that’s happened to me in a while.

Suddenly, the room went quiet. Chie stopped fidgeting with her bracelet. I looked up. Mrs. Ito was staring out the great window, her shoulder’s tense. Years of running a high school had left it’s toll on her physically. Her now-silvery locks were gathered into a high, neat bun, a small lilac lotus flower pinned in precisely. Creases lined her face, making her look wise, yet stressed all at the same time. Her shoulder’s were slumped as if she were carrying the weight of the entire school on her back. She was only forty five.

“I can’t do this anymore, Charlotte.” She muttered. She turned back to me, her eyes hard and unsympathetic.

Uh oh.

“I’m sorry, truly. I wish I could give you a mere suspension, keep you here and perhaps straighten you out.” She frowned disapprovingly. “However, the parent’s of those poor girls are terribly upset. What d’you think they would say if I let you stay here? They aren’t paying 25 000 dollars a year so their children can get into fights with you.” She sighed.

“Mrs. Hu,” She said, speaking to Chie. “Charlotte will be suspended for the following two weeks. She’ll have to see to her teachers for her homework, and for her reading lists. It is expected that she comes back with a little more manners.” Mrs. Ito eyed Chie, and I could see it took quite a bit for chie not to roll her eyes at the woman and stomp out. My nanny had as much patience for this woman as I did.

Mrs. Ito walked primly out of the room, leaving the door open for us to leave.

I looked at my Nanny. Her short, choppy black hair framed her round face perfectly, making her appear youthful. Tiny lines were sketched into her face as well. Tiny laugh lines, tiny frown lines. She looked so different from the younger, beautiful woman who appeared in every single photo album I owned. Chie raised me, and she was everything I’d want a real mother to be. My actual mother died in childbirth, leaving my father alone with me. Since he was either too busy, or couldn’t be bothered to care, he got this brilliant thought that he’d hand me off to someone else. I know I should have angst for this, but I don’t. I know I should miss my mother and want my father to show me love like a normal dad, but I didn’t see the point in missing something I never had. Chie was all I ever needed. Chie was stern, true, but she was also very loving. She was always there to kiss my boo-boos, check for monsters or play Barbie for hours on end. Every Christmas, every birthday I spent with her. When I got older, she took me for “girl-days” at the spa, or shopping. She never failed to ask me about the evil girls at school or the cute boys who worked at the Bubble-tea stand.

Chie glared at me from the corner of her eyes. I winced and rolled my shoulders appologetically. Chie merely rolled her eyes, sighed and stood up, and walked out of the room, leaving me alone. She was definitely pissed off.

I followed her quietly, always a few cautious steps behind

Is delivery easier if the baby is smaller?

If my baby weighs less, does that mean it will be easier to push out? I hate to sound like a completely selfish moron, but I find myself worrying less about the pain of childbirth if I know that it will pose little threat of tearing me open or getting stuck and causing a C-Section.

I’ve been stressing myself out and drinking tons of coffee to stay awake enough to go to work. I work in a 1-hr photo lab and I face a lot of cruel and stressful customers–will this have an effect too?

No, I’m not a troll…for those of you who might find this post a little fake sounding.

No judgements please, I just want answers.

I’m 7 weeks pregnant.
I know i’ll heal if I tear, I just don’t want to carry my urine bag with me through the mall while I pee through a catheter.