And yes, I saw how many people walked up to him every night.
Our club had the prettiest girls in LA, and they all wanted to talk to him. The night before our date, I Googled him—the more I learned, the more impressed I was.
I appreciated that his house wasn't extravagant in that baller way, but when we'd go out to dinner or a club, I would be treated like I was someone special. At his games, I'd see thousands of people wearing his jersey and cheering for him. What I didn't love about our relationship: his phone going off at all hours. Within three months, the cover of every newspaper at my local deli informed me that my cheating, naked-picture-receiving ex had been traded to a team on the East Coast. I felt someone staring at me, and when I looked up, I saw him smiling the biggest smile. He confessed April Atlanta wasn't the only woman he'd cheated with and admitted that the chase and challenge played a large role in his obsession with me. He apologized over and over and asked if we could try again. We saw each other constantly and talked about the future. "We just make sense," he said as he glided back and forth on his foam roller, stretching his monstrous frame on the floor of his living room before his game.
I knew he was a big deal and had business calls to take, but I was consumed with thoughts of him cheating. For the last year, he hadn't occupied a gram of my brain space. "I want you to have my kid."I lay down next to him as my tears dripped onto his clean white rug. His team lost, but we still celebrated his favorite holiday in true Cinco de Mayo spirit: margaritas and Mexican.
I was in charge of getting celebs to come in—and keeping B-listers out. On one of the early nights, a coworker yanked me aside to hiss, "You don't know who that is?
It appeared he wasn't the vapid dude addicted to panty-throwing groupies I'd assumed he was., and we agreed not to date other people. " It was as if he rented a chunk of real estate in my brain. I'm sorry."I left for the airport and ignored his calls for months. A few years later, I left LA and moved to Manhattan. "It's her."He asked me to meet up and apologized for his immaturity and infidelities. He thought I was constantly waiting for him to screw up. I couldn't justify or pardon what he had done, but I tried to understand. The first months of 2013 were a steady drive in bliss and honey.
Three months later, he was engaged, and soon after that, he married his pretty new love.
I Googled her and found photos of her last three boyfriends: all famous actors. Many women make the mistake of believing they're the one who can change a man.
As a top pro basketball player, he was used to getting what he wanted. I was working as a VIP hostess at the most exclusive club in LA.
He would show up every week in old-school sneakers, a hoodie, and jeans, and stand in the corner of the entrance, watching me emasculate men attempting to enter.
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A voice deep inside me was telling me this wasn't right. I woke up the next morning drowning in his tee shirt, still optimistic. I opened it: a beautiful gold bracelet."The bracelet symbolizes us. Thank you." Maybe my interpretation of his tone was wrong? I'm in love with someone else."Nope, I had been spot-on."I'm sorry," he said.