It was my best friend’s birthday and I told her I would be bringing a date with me to the party she was having at her home. My new older man, John, and I were an odd match and when I introduced him to my best friend, she was not impressed. She instantly had a bad feeling about him.
When we showed up to the party, the first thing she whispered to me was, “Where did you find him?” She had been my friend for many years and had seen all the characters I dated, so she was very weary of anyone she didn’t think had my best interests at heart, and she wasn’t shy about voicing her concerns about John and I.
We stayed at the house for a while and then decided to go to this members-only strip club uptown that a friend of ours owned. We liked it, not to watch the girls dancing, but for the music. We invited everyone who was at the party to come along if they wanted. In the midst of all of that, John left and said he had to go deal with something, but he would meet us there.
We got to the club and he arrived half an hour later. Less than five minutes after he got there, he was flirting and chatting up a girl that probably looked more his type. I had no clue—my friend saw him and she was livid. He came over and apologized, lying and saying that he knew her. I decided to just forget it and enjoy the night. And then we left.
When I met up with my friend the next day to go shopping she said, “Isabella, you know when I love a person I don’t feel bad about getting involved in their personal lives, and you and I have been friends for too long for me to ignore this.” I knew what was coming, but I let her continue. “I just don’t see this guy as your type and I know it’s hard and you’re lonely, but just give yourself time and the right person will come along.”
“Forget the money,” she said, before I even had a just to interject. “He’s not even worth it, because he just met me and right in front of us he’s into some other girl.” Needless to say, I ignored her warning.
He apologized when I saw him again and I moved on from that night. After he and I started seeing more of each other, I think his feelings for me began to grow, somewhat. He wanted to see more of me, but he was acting so weird. He would want me at his apartment and when I showed up, he would complain about my presence and about my overnight bag being too big. It seemed to me like he had issues with anyone coming too close.
His marriage was by no means healthy, and I would often hear him calling his wife and telling her off. Apparently, his wife was tired of waiting around for him and had moved on. She was living overseas with their daughter and was supposed to be looking after his paperwork so that he could rejoin them there. But after not being around each other for so long, she had fallen in love and moved on with someone else.
The situation with his wife should have been my second warning, but still, I ignored it and continued seeing John.