In the movieclip trailer of "The Game," playing at the top of this banner page, I wish I could have been featured sitting in the back seat with Michael Douglas as the taxi recklessly drives down S.F. streets before it crashes into the bay...screaming & panicking...saying...it is only a game.
It was all a self-serving game on her part. Her current boyfriend who lived out-of-state, who was hidden behind the scene, was also involved with playing these same kinds of games with vulnerable females, according to Shirley. And then they would call each other on the phone to detail how their relationship with the new guy, or gal, was going and get freedback from each other on how to handle the struggles... wow...
However, what I did gain from this experience is that I grew up fast and learned just how easy it is for someone to pull the wool over your eyes. I should have realized this from my dad's experience with Chuck Collings and Raley's.
It's sad to give Christianity a terrible review, but it seems to me that people who go to Church are the biggest cons and people you should be very leery of. Shirley could have been more humane towards me at the beginning of her con game relationship had she just placed a gun up to my head and pulled the trigger.
Over 30 years ago I experienced this woman and she is the epitome of a narcissist. Everything was a game with her. Her letters/notes...put on a good show. She was also a "player" and I was one of a long list of guys she had played before meeting me. A player is person who picks up someone for their own ego and to conquest, and then when the challenge is over, they dump the person. I kid you not, her two teenage sons used this phrase to sum up their mom's behavior "She picks up men, takes them to the church, spends their money, and then dumps them." And then when she dumps her guys, she explains it away like this: "Relationships are risky."
One day my game began and it started on June 12, 1992
I am just thankful that God didn't allow me to have any more of the more that she mentions in her note. How much more could I have handled? And I will provide more information below:
In the note above, she is basically saying to me that she needs me to stop doing what I am doing in my life and be there for her...she uses clever psychology in all of her notes. From here she will know if I will be willing to stay for her to be able to "play" another man like she has done to so many before me. She gave me her first note on June 12, 1992...a full year after I caught Demetri Pappadoupolis stealing (June 20, 1991), at the same Lucky Store she handed me this note.
I immediately discovered she was a liar after she told me she was a runner after we first met. When I went on a short run with her, I could clearly see she wasn't a runner. My gut instinct at that time was to stop the relationship. I didn't stop the relationship and I became a stuck, helpless fly caught in her web of deceit. As this relationship went forward, she ran down my looks, ran down my job, along with running down my daughters looks and her two sons mistreated my daughter. She took me for about two thousand dollars in which all of it came with unique benefits like having her pulling my hair, ripping my shirt and trying to reach inside my pants, etc. etc, etc. You simply can't make this stuff up.
Her two teen-aged boys Michael and Jeremy were monsters to say the least-and they horribly treated their mother. There wasn't enough space inside their mouths to hold all of the foul words that continuously flowed out like lava spilling over the rim of a volcano's crater. Shirley had such an anger for her teen-age boys for the way they treated her that often she would be cooking food for them and if something (like tofu) fell on the floor she would pick it up with her hands and dispitefully throw it back into the frying pan saying "this is what you get."
Shirley had a legitimate fear for her two teenage boys as they would scream at her and do nothing to cooperate with her or help her clean the house. At times she would confide in me expressing her fear so much of Michael that she would say if she can't get him and her other son Jeremy to be with their father Sam in Santa Rosa she might end up killing them before they killed her. It was her saying things like this that made me believe she could probably kill me under the right circumstance if I presented it her.
The nightmare of my life...I believe having a relationship with Freddy Krueger would have provided me more sanity and safety. The 7th day Adventist Church in Roseville, where she took her boys, was also a place where other parents took their children and unbelieveably these teenagers used foul language like it was their native language and were also rude to others...and their own parents. It was like, what are these parents doing to train their kids to be respectful? Her MO was similar to Chuck Collings' MO that he used on my dad, which was "Christianity," and to use that belief as fraudulently as a person can.
Keep everything, as I did. You will never know if you will need to prove anything.
She had no idea that I kept the little notes she gave to me.
All she wanted to do at the beginning was touch. I learned later
that she was able to have orgasms from my touching her.
Whatever she could get, whether it was money or
sexual stimulation...was her goal.
A "player's" goal and using
religion as her ploy.
Below is her ability to seem concerned for me but her
ultimate goal was for me to drop everything
in my life and focus on her. It's what
a "player" will do.
This is nothing but a "player's" way of buttering up their prey.
Keep the prey all buttered up.
Oh yeah Frank, you are the best of all my prey and I am really proud of this catch. LOL
Keep saying the right thing to your prey to keep them Put.
It took me some time to figure out why she kept giving me notes/cards.
Keep on saying the right things to your prey.
In 90s, not only do I have Lucky Stores committing felonies against me in a Workers' Compensation case, but I had two crazy women going after me in personal relationships. Shirley, I thought was really capable of killing me and so I provoked her to where I thought she would-but she wouldn't.
I was so depressed by everything that was happening to me at my place of employment with them constantly cheating me along with messing up my taxes and not owning up to anything, coupled with this woman with her two abusive teen-age sons, who mistreated my daughter... and she was just totally abusing me and using me, I really wanted to die. I really don't know how I survived this entire ordeal.
I had a woman telling people that I raped her repeatedly and was trying to get her pregnant. Yeah right...I never even had sex with her. Then she was telling people I was inappropriate with my own daughter and I didn't have proper boundaries...yeah right again. Only by the power of God did I not kill her for saying that disturbing nonsense. It was very obvious why she abruptly moved to Iowa to marry a guy she knew who, according to her, was also a player. You simply can't make this stuff up.
Click on the audio link above to hear Shirley just keep shoveling into my life more of her generous more:
I was prepared to expose them.
Back in 1974, when I lived in Boise, Idaho, I was alone and prayed to God to bring a woman friend into my life. Amazingly, God did. Two wives; two divorces; two restraining orders later-and nearly ended up twice in jail; bankrupted and alone again, God spoke to me and said "It's not so bad to be alone, isn't it?"
"Oh, and by the way Frank, I have a Special woman named Shirley that I have been eagerly trying to place right now into a man's life and I feel she would be just fitting for you as she likes to write lots of notes and you will know she is from ME when she hands you the first one...and there's no need to thank me as I believe you really need to experience a wonderful miracle in your life."
Additional information that is a basic truth about Kathaleen Reed, whom I met after Shirley Glasser:
I was married to Kathaleen Reed from 1997 to 2010. She is a very wonderful woman and I was sad to see our marriage end. She was nine years younger than me and I felt like she was still young enough to find someone her age and have a better life than with me, especially with my Raley's crap going on that could have an impact on her career going forward.
While we were married, She worked at a 3-person operated print shop where she was the office manager. From there she established herself as an intern at a non-profit (Red Cross), while she went to college. She eventually received her masters degree and was pursuing her PHD in communications/writing at the University of Missouri. She is a very talented writer. She was selected to be a California delegate from district five, for the democratic party in the 2004 presidential election and she did attend the convention. She's really a sweetheart and I miss all the times we went camping and the fun we had, along with caring for our two cats. The highlight for me though was when she received her Master's Degree and I attended her ceremony to join in the fun of her reaching this achievement.
She eventually obtained a labor relations job with the State of CA, which is interesting, because the first time we were together at my Sacramento apartment, my brother Jack was being chased on the streets in his car by UFCW 588 thugs in their car and she witnessed just how corrupt our union was as this Union was trying to prevent an election from taking place in 1997 because my brother wanted to challenge Jack Loveall to be UFCW 588's President...this union is run by corrupt democrats and they hate honest elections that can be a threat to their power. U.S. Dept. of Labor requires unions like this union to hold an election every three years and yet the Lovealls have been in charge of this Union since 1980 and have yet to offer their members a ballot for the election of officers. It shows you that DOL is also corrupt to allow this to happen as they were officially informed of UFCW 588's election tactics and they didn't even care.. She even wrote a letter to Jack Loveall deploring his dangerous tactics while in cars on public streets. I thank God for bringing Kathy into my life and I hope she is having a happy life.
Actually, I hope everyone to have a happy life.
If I were to grade her personality: A+...
I kid you not: I handed her a note while she was shopping at the Lucky Store I was working at on Marconi Ave, Sacramento, and in that note I asked her if she would like a friend and I gave her my phone number. From her first phone call to me, to our first lunch together, we eventually ended up united and married for 13 years.
Most women are wonderful and decent people...there are just those who are truly bad people like Judy Saint and Shirley Glasser (two sick narcissists)...wow, I truly wanted to get both of them on the Montel Williams show to expose them.