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Very appropriately finishing the story of William with more wine haha. In the last post I mentioned the red flags I started to noticed. But I was willing to see past them because we were best friends, he would drop anything for me and I loved him. It’s six months in at this point and although we were long distance dating, I felt like it was time to have the exclusive talk. So I flew out to Chicago on a weekend that was good for both of us. I didn’t tell my Chicago girlfriend Christine I was in town because I was only in town for the weekend and wanted to focus on him. We had a great first night. Saturday night we went to the best place in Chicago called the Chicago Athletic Association where he knew the owner so we got a great table, great service.

I started to bring up the topic of being exclusive, and he was like.. “can we talk about this tomorrow?” And then almost in the same sentence he was like “want to go to my friends house warming party?” My first thought was like, you have no friends. We had been long distance dating for awhile, but he never mentioned any friends. Not that I know about at least. And second of all, why are you bringing this up now? You didn’t mention it to me before and it’s now like 10:30pm. But I was open to meeting his friends so I agreed to go.

We went to the party and it was dying down because at this point it was almost 11:30pm. Immediately the host Erin, started flirting with me as she was giving me a tour. I have NEVER been hit on by a girl and to this day I’m not sure if she was actually hitting on me or just drunk, but she was rubbing my shoulders. After the tour I went back to the main room and she passed out on the couch. There were only a few people left there. I wasn’t quiet sure initially if whether they were trying to have a threesome with me, if she was a lesbian or if they were dating behind my back. The next thing out of my boyfriends mouth are words I will never forget, he said “I’m staying here tonight.”

Whaaaaaatttt? You invited me out this weekend because you said this weekend was good for you. He literally tossed me his keys and I let them drop to the floor as I started running out. My suitcase was at his place but all I could think of was getting away from him. He chased after me for only a second and then let me go. Go… on the streets of Chicago which I don’t know. I love Chicago, but I don’t know where the dangerous versus safe streets are because he and my friend only showed be the safe streets, obvi.

I’m bawling crying as I get in a taxi. I tell him the address of my girlfriend who is not expecting me, 30 Heron. He asked “East or West?” Rookie mistake and I should know better living in NYC. I forgot and guessed West. He dropped me off and it was the wrong 30 Heron. I’m bawling crying in a way I haven’t since. Mascara down my face, snot dripping down. It was not even a hot mess, I was just a mess. And confused on why he would not only do that to me, but not care if I got home ok.

I GPS the correct 30 Heron on my phone and this stranger found me. He asked what was wrong. And in my head I was like “what isn’t wrong?” I told him through my snot and tears that I think my boyfriend is cheating on me with a lesbian or wanted me to have a threesome and can’t find my friends house so I might need to stay at a hotel. It’s now like 2am. And as we walk I start telling him about random, irrelevant facts about our relationship and he just listened to me like he cared.

He looked mid-thirties and I couldn’t believe a complete stranger would be so nice to me. And I’m not naive, don’t worry. I learned how to not be naive in college. I found comfort in him. He walked me to the correct 30 Heron and listened to me as I snot cried and probably looked like a freaky zombie. We got there and had the doorman call my friend like 30 times because she wasn’t expecting me. The next morning I felt nothing. She’s feeding me food. She asked “How do you feel?” And I said, “so clear.” I asked if she could have him drop off my suitcase, and he did.

I haven’t spoken to him since. Long distance dating isn’t easy, but I am clearly better off without him. The lesson I learned from this relationship is that sometimes things in life don’t make sense, and they never will. Comment here or on my instagram if you’d like more dating series. (Sorry boys…)