The Bobcat and I chatted all day Tuesday and by Wednesday he wanted to see me again. Duh. Who wouldn’t want to see me multiple times in a week? His dad was in town and he let him have his condo while he stayed, so he got a hotel downtown and invited me to come hang out for a while. I hopped in a Lyft and met him in his room.
I love hotels and especially love showering in them. I had a couple drinks with friends prior to heading to the hotel and I was just buzzed enough to tell him I was taking a shower in his room. Despite how weird (and rude) that is, he lets me do it and has a drink waiting for me when I was finished and dressed. After less than an hour of chatting and drinking, he mumbles, “Oh shit. My girlfriend is coming. You have to leave.”
What in the mother fucking fuck!? I left out a few details about Monday. The Bobcat and I had sex. A lot of it. Now I’m standing in the middle of a hotel suite with this scummy little cheater, while his girlfriend is probably in the hallway, about to walk in any second. Saner girls might run. I stayed long enough to cuss him out and finish my cocktail before I grabbed my purse and headed for the door to go home.
The next day, as I’m telling the story to a client, it hit me. He did exactly what he said he wouldn’t do. He gave me a story for my blog! I text him and thank him for it. He again apologized and said he never meant to treat me that way and I didn’t deserve it. I didn’t deserve most of what life has served me but I can take it. This was nothing. He also tells me it wasn’t his girlfriend but his EX-girlfriend that he invited over to the hotel and kicked me out for. How many girls did this guy invite over!? He’s not good-looking enough to have multiple women, quite frankly, but having a lot of money apparently brings you lots of ladies!
Swiping My Life Away 