he thought i was an escort.

It was a hoop earrings kind of weekend. Christian came to Chicago because a DJ friend had a couple of gigs here and their entire posse came. And I say posse because that’s literally what they were. They were like 12 deep and had several suites at the Palmer House. As soon as they landed on Friday, Christian texted me saying they were meeting at an event at a restaurant in Gold Coast and he wanted me to me up with them. I was still at work at this point (talking to Scott ironically) and I jumped up when I got the text so I could rush home and get ready.

“Fun plans tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah, a friend is in town,” I told him.

“Okay well… text me if you’re around. We could meet up or something,” Scott said.

“Yeah…” I said and scampered off. I have more confessions about Scott and me. I’ll fill y’all in later.

So I went home and changed into a plunging bodysuit, high waist jeans, lace up heels and of course, my hoop earrings. Christian ordered a car for me and I met all of them at the restaurant.

“Hey, beautiful,” Christian said and greeted me with a hug and kiss on the cheek. He introduced me to his friends who all looked like rappers or musicians or something.

The entire crowd was industry people which hasn’t been my scene at all in the last few years. I was hanging out with Brady’s friends where being hilarious and having cute clothes didn’t matter.

“So how have you been? Since I don’t ever hear from you..” Christian asked.

“Just super busy. With like work and stuff,” I told him.

We caught up for a while until one of his friends called him and requested we get out of our own little world and join their conversation. The friends asked me a lot of questions, but again they weren’t asking what I do for a living or anything like that because that doesn’t define you as a person. (It kind of does, but still). I liked that.

After we had several drinks, some of the crew needed to go set up, but Christian suggested we go spend some time alone. So I called an Uber and took him to a cute little bougie lounge that does live music.

I started to get a little bored with Christian (I noticed because I kept checking my phone to see if Scott or even Zach had texted me) and it concerned me because Christian and I connected so well when we first met. See how easily I get bored with people?

Eventually we decided to head to the club. Since his friend was performing we were able to go through the back entrance. The guy at the door looked at me and said, “Hey, how have you been?” as if he knows me.

I figured I must have known him from somewhere so I was nice and we chatted for a couple minutes. Christian and I went inside and had shots and drinks and danced. We went back to the bar to order more drinks and the door guy made a beeline for us. He shook Christian’s hand and leaned in to tell him something. He kept glancing at me and of course I decided to eat up the attention and flip my hair a little bit and smile at him.

Christian turned around and gave me a weird look so I stopped. The door guy walked away and Christian was distant the rest of the night. He grabbed his drink and headed toward VIP where the rest of his friends were without saying anything. He didn’t want to really dance or talk anymore, but seemed to be having a blast with his friends. I shrugged and started talking to his friend, Laz. And I guess I was kind of happy to have someone new to talk to since Christian was boring and apparently bored with me too.

At 3:00 AM, the night was winding down and Laz asked if I wanted to go back to his suite to continue the party. Before I could even think if I wanted to go, Christian tapped Laz on the shoulder and shook his head and gave him a look. He caught me catching him and looked away.

Outside, I decided to confront him.

“Why are you ignoring me?” I whined.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Christian said back, not making eye contact with me.

“You’re actually so annoying. Just be an adult and tell me what you’re mad about so we can get over it and go get food,” I said.

He looked at me. “It’s not that I’m mad at you, Reese. You’re just not who I thought you were.”

I rolled my eyes. “What are you even talking about?”

“You! The way you make your living. I understand you gotta do what you gotta do, but I don’t want to be involved in it.”

“Wait, what?”

Christian looked embarrassed. “The bouncer asked if I had you for the whole night because he had another interested client. A ‘high roller.’ He’s thinking I paid for you.”

I stared at him for a moment. “So he thinks I’m an escort?”

“Yeah. A well known one,” Christian mumbled.

“That’s absurd!” I exclaimed. “What kind of person do you think I am?”

And then I realized that Christian has no idea what kind of person I am. All he’s knows is that I’m friends with Brittany and who knows what she is up to in Houston. I started crying. Laz asked if I was okay, but Christian just stood there with his hands in his pockets.

“I don’t care. I literally can’t believe you,” I said as I suddenly stopped crying. I walked to the curb and raised my arm to hail a cab.

Christian followed me. “Look, I don’t know what to think.”

“It’s honestly fine. I’m over it and I’m over you,” I said.

The cab stopped and I got in, hoping to leave the whole night and Christian behind me. But he followed me in.

“Where to?” the driver asked.

I looked at Christian expectantly.

“To your place?” he said.

“Fine,” I said and told the driver my address.

We hooked up. I can only remember snippets, but I know it wasn’t great. And I woke up really sore. Christian went back to his hotel right after we finished and didn’t reach out to me the rest of the weekend. And that made me feel like a prostitute. So I sent him a scathing message about how I’d been used and he needed to pay up for my services. He didn’t reply.

Anyway, the whole time Brady was out of the country he sent me pictures of all of his endeavors and crazy things he ate. It confused me because at the time, we didn’t actually text very much and definitely didn’t send each other pictures. But we grew kind of close while he was away and when he came to pick up Tucker when he got back, he stayed and told me about his trip. For five hours.

And the next day, we got dinner together and that weekend, he invited me to go to the gym with him. And obviously he only invited me because he wanted to see me (we all know I don’t do the gym). Afterwards, we took our sweaty asses back to my place so I could make us waffles.

Brady and I were hanging out quite a bit, usually once or twice a week (a lot when we went months without talking at all), but then Preston sent me a screenshot from Tia’s Instagram. Obviously we blocked each other so I don’t have access to her ugly photos.

It was a picture of Tia and Brady with two guys I didn’t recognize. They were at a Cubs game decked out in all their Cubs gear. Brady had sunglasses and a Cubs windbreaker on – one I’ve never seen. So immediately I started thinking he must have gone shopping just for the occasion and that he and Tia planned on going to other games together. And I was sick to my stomach. Why is Brady so attracted to girls I hate? Like, I would probably physically fight Tia if I saw her in person again.

After that I felt inspired to check Brady’s tagged Instagram photos just to see what I would find. I was shocked to see a picture of him with a different Asian girl (and so much cuter than Tia) at a bar. The caption was the double pink heart emoji. Excuse me? I clicked on her page and found out that she’s a nurse at the same hospital Brady works at which surprised me because she has this dyed red hair that doesn’t seem very professional or hospital friendly.

So now I know I have no right to be mad, but I am. And so when Brady texts me I’ve been super short and cold and distant and he doesn’t even seem to notice. Probably because he’s so distracted with his other girls. I feel betrayed. We are supposed to hang out this weekend and he keeps texting me with plans and I should cancel and want to, but I also really want to hang out with him. Why Tia of all people? She’s so slimy and disgusting and I can’t stop thinking of her shaving her pubic hair into shapes. How tacky. And she’s a thief and that’s so unattractive in my opinion.

I miss y’all! Obviously I have a ton more to share, but I wanted to at least get something up right now. What’s new? Who misses me too? 

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