Chances of dating a celebrity
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.
What mega-million-dollar-contract-signing athlete chooses the environment over comfort?
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.
A few years prior, I left a relationship with a guy who cheated on me. ""She wants to make sure you received her pictures," I screamed as I launched his phone at his chest."What? At a table filled with our friends, I stared at him.
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.
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?