Defusing A Human Time Bomb Within 48 Hours

Marriage should be a happy time of life for everyone involved. Should be, but isn’t. there’s a lot of headaches and negotiations on-going both in public and in private, you know everything from the kind of cake the couple gets to whose in the wedding party to who gets invited to the actual ceremony verses the reception and the list goes on and on from there. Ideally, the bride and groom have a great task on their hands and that is to make everybody happy, but that doesn’t always happen.

Having never been married, I cannot speak for what’s all involved, but being engaged a couple of times, I can say that at least I know how to take the first few steps toward the willowy path to holy matrimony.

While we hear always about the happiness of it all, it’s a rare occasion to hear about the true sad ugliness underbelly of departed anger that doesn’t go away, at least for the other side, even after the relationship has ended, no matter how and where each party ends up.

Take the case of the upcoming marriage of Montana residents Steve Varro and his bride-to-be Christy Helms. On their free website link, which I've listed here,
http://www.plantowed.com/site1/pictures.asp?userID=3334&offset=10#, they list the usual stuff like who they both are, how they met each other, members of their wedding party and their bridal registries, plus the usual amount of lovey-dovey photographs interspersed in between individual commentary.

On their link, Steve & Christy paint a very pretty picture of their lives and their oh-so-happy future together.

Now personally, I don’t know them all that well, not Christy at least, but I know Steve, only by, might I add, through word-of-mouth, from a human time bomb.

Please allow me to introduce the human time bomb, none other than Jason Moors, a friend I’ve known for a little over 22 years.

I’d be the first to tell you that I’ve never gotten along with Moors, because of his behavior, as some of my friends and family, including The Arizona Babe & Rex Pâtér Homo can attest to.

Moors has made several attempts to contact Varro who has from all accounts, blown Moors off. Moors continued to persist and has emailed Varro several times and is met with no volleys in return. Moors is aggressive. Varro doesn’t like being bothered by a relationship that seemed to never go anywhere outside of friendship, although Moors insisted that Varro is a closet queen and is still in love with him.

Yes friends; Moors is gay and proud of it.

Yet in the law’s eyes, Moors unwanted emails after being told to stop sending them to Varro is called stalking, a sad, but legitimate crime in this day and age, a Class X felony I believe and if I’m not mistaken, if convicted can give a person like Moors a lot of unnatural free time, including room & board.

Despite receiving an email from Montana police telling him to “cease & desist” in contacting Varro, Moors persisted and doesn’t take the word “No” for an answer.

On Monday evening, I emailed Moors and asked him if he had a plan and indeed he did. His plan consisted of actually flying to Montana and configuring himself into the wedding ceremony somehow, and wanting to “freak” Varro out with a note of some sort affixed to the windshield of Varro’s car.

It’s enough that Varro will be sweating bullets during the ceremony to have to worry about a stalker at his heels.

On Monday, June 19, I contacted Moors’ father and made him aware of the situation at hand and the next night, we both decided to join forces by conference-calling his son to see if we make his son think twice about possible jail-time for his actions.

When at least the magic moment came, we called Moors, but he hung up on us, hiding behind his computer screen and communicating that way only.

Alas, like a runaway bride, Moors got cold feet and backed off.

Thank god! Persistence paid off and I’m eternally grateful for that.

Varro and Helms are to be united in holy matrimony on Saturday, June 24; heaven help them both.