Finally, I was going to meet his childhood friends at a party in L. a week before Thanksgiving and his kids over the holiday. He had said he might have a conference call, so when a woman asked for Andrew, I assumed it was a secretary and handed the phone over. He said it was his ex and that she was concerned about my meeting the children the next week. The first friend called and said we needed to figure out who was telling the truth and started doing research on an i Pad at a coffee shop. All this came out later, but according to him, she had run up a lot of credit card debt and they were now sharing one credit card. A., and the credit card company sent an alert, which she saw.He and his friends had all gone to high school together; his ex had been his high school sweetheart. He had told me stories about how difficult his ex was. My corporate spy friend said Jennifer could just be a jealous ex-wife who went ballistic because he was bringing his girlfriend home for the first time. She called that morning to break his balls about staying in an expensive hotel and when a woman answered, she asked their son to get into Andrew's e-mail account, where she found all the e-mails we had written to each other. (He said he was on a short-term contract with the network that ended between our first and second dates.
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But now the deal was falling apart, and that's when I knew I really loved him. The next day, all my friends showed up—it was like a death had happened, and people came over with food. I felt really loved by my friends, but I was a mess. Before this happened, I had never been in love with anyone or felt so loved.
Everyone showed up with brownies, cupcakes—even my yoga instructor brought candy bars. All of a sudden, someone comes along and you feel such kinship and happiness and commitment, you want to share your life with him.
" Soon after, we were spending every night at my apartment or his, a chic one-bedroom in a luxury high-rise in the Financial District.
It had Frank Gehry chairs, big TVs, paintings he had done, closets with clothes straight out of Mr.
He did this because he wanted to get in, as opposed to when people lie because they want to get out.
Just before Christmas, I saw him—how could you not want to find out exactly what happened to you?
I've thought infatuation or sex was love many times, but here I'd deeply cared for someone who was a lover and a best friend. It didn't have anything to do with him but with me. My father was a great fantasist—he thought he knew the secret to the universe.
He was a gambler, so he would invest a lot of money, or he'd try to sell his winning formula to the stock market, convinced he was going to make a fortune.
He would come home with a new Cadillac, so you thought you would go on this fabulous vacation that never happened.