I’ve been told it’s a small world, especially among Utah singles. I’d heard they all knew each other and were quite inter-connected. But when I first moved here, and didn’t know a soul, I wasn’t sure that I believed that.

However, at the second singles dance I went to, I already started seeing familiar faces and recognizing people. So I quickly realized it was probably true.

How funny, then, that the small world became even smaller at the third singles dance I went to. (I have been to four of them total now.)

I was alone, didn’t know anyone, and I saw a group of “younger” looking, attractive blonde women who looked to be having a good time laughing together, so I went over and introduced myself. We got to chatting and discovered we had friends in common. I couldn’t believe it. I’d lived in Utah less than six months and had already become part of that small world in a single way.

Scary.

One gal brought up the subject of dating, and each started sharing their worst date. One talked about a guy who talked only about his money and what everything cost. One talked about a guy who blared the radio like he was in high school. One talked about a guy who starved himself and didn’t eat. I started to share my story about this psycho guy who’d been a total loser all night long, but the best was when he dropped me off and asked me if I wanted him to call him again. Suddenly I stopped, mid-sentence. I put it together fast.

I asked, “Where did your crazy dates live?”

All three women said their dates had lived in the Bee Gees mountain retreat!

We looked at each other and laughed. All of us had dated the same man, one time only, and every one of us had the same type of experience! Every one of us had the same opinion of him, too: Liar. Lunatic. Crazy. Insane.

Just to clarify, we asked among ourselves, “Did the guy survive some huge fall while rock climbing–75 feet or more?” (The final Bachelor Bee Gee trivia that put a nail in the coffin of his identity. Every one of us had heard him tell that story. He had shown me the newspaper articles and pictures while giving me a tour of the Bee Gee pad.)

Same guy.

We put his lunacy down to the fact that he had survived a fall like that. We figured it must have damaged his brain as well.

And THAT is Bachelor Bee Gee.

“I’ve Gotta Get A Message To You” Bachelor #2. Two words. The End.