this one reeled me in well. supposedly architect, 40, never married, and all was going good. supposedly working on a soccer stadium in Nigeria..even had a Nigerian cell phone. But then after 3 weeks, he asked for money (alot) to get his antiques home to Houston and then I googled some of the poetry "he wrote" and found it on the internet from other places. and of course, I'm the sick one according to him. And some of what he said to me sounded really familiar to a friend of mine as if she may have heard from him or someone like him under a different name...watch out!