This is a continuance of what I related under the weird jw dude topic.
When this happened I think I was about 20 or 21 (1985 or '86), before I married my first husband. I was living at home and still attending meeting but I had stopped studying when I was 19. I guess my mom felt it was time for me to settle down (I was not dating anyone - how could I? I wasn't baptised.) So she decides to pose as me and take out a personal ad to find a husband for me. She got several replies that were local to where we lived and she set it up for me to meet a few of theses guys. All this happened before she told me what she was doing. I was surprised she did this but not shocked, she's done stranger things before.
So I met a couple of these guys. Why? I don't know, maybe I just didn't know how to say no to my mom, maybe I was curious, but these guys were just as weird as the bachelor brothers at the hall and I decided that I wanted no part of it.
The last straw was the day a package came from a Canadian jw bachelor who was looking for a wife. My mom had been corresponding with him and he decided to send several pictures and a tape describing himself and his wants and needs (kinda personal stuff too!) My mom gave me the package and told me to look at the pictures and listen to the tape, which I did. His pictures revealed him to be a tall broad man with a beard wearing a yellow shirt, red pants, and blue suspenders (He said in his tape that this was his favorite outfit and he saw no problem in wearing this to the hall.) Oh, he also thanked me for inviting him to come and visit me during my district convention.
I felt like I was in the twilight zone and my mom wanted me to seriously consider this man as a mate!
After I finished loking everything over, my mom told me that she wanted to write back to this man. And to make the pot sweeter she said that if I wrote the letter she would buy me a pair of shoes.
So I wrote the letter. And I told this mislead man that I was not the one who had been corresponding with him (it was my mother), I was not attracted to him or in anyway interested, and that it would not be a good idea for him to come out and visit.
Now mind you all of this happened in front of my father, who I had regarded up to this point to be a fairly sane and intelligent guy.
Well after I finished and mailed the letter, my mom and dad and I were sitting at the kitchen table and my mom asked if I wrote the letter. I said I had. She asked what did I say. I said that I told him not to come. She got pissed and said I wouldn't get the shoes. I said "No that wasnt the deal. You said that if I wrote the letter, I would get the shoes. You never said what to put in the letter." I then turned to my dad and he said "Jean she's right. You didn't tell her what to write. She did what you asked. You have to get her the shoes."
OK, my dad redeemed himself a little bit there.
That's the story, it's all true and I'm sticking to it.