
We started chatting, and honestly, I felt sick. He introduced himself as a “divorced man” whose “ex-wife” (me) had left him ages ago. He painted himself as this wholesome guy with no bad habits, just looking for love and a happy family. Reading his words made my blood boil.
Fast forward to the night of our “date.” He told me he had been urgently called into work and needed to leave. I smiled, told him to be safe, and let him walk right out the door. He thought he was being slick.

Hours passed. At 5:00 AM, the front door slammed. He stumbled in, furious, exhausted, and reeking of cab fare. Turns out he’d spent two hours traveling each way and dropped a small fortune just to sit alone in a strange town waiting for a woman who never showed up.