He'd been bumped from first class, where he usually sat, which is why he was flying coach.
(I'd been dating someone for five years.) When we landed, he asked for my number and called me at my hotel that very night, inviting me to a private party for one of my favorite actors.
As we worked the room, I pictured the fabulous life I could have with him: I'd be rich and connected.
Then he started fooling around with my best friend's roommate, and a month later they were a couple.
I confronted him, and he said he didn't think we were officially together,' so it wasn't cheating.
Grandparents and French people have a hard time understanding the concept of a relationship’s gray area.
To them, you are either with someone or you are not.
Among friends, I called him my significant other,' but when I was with him, I just went with the flow and assumed we were exclusive.
He was the first guy I slept with, the first I brought home to my parents, the one I spent every holiday and birthday with.
Read on, but don't be surprised if you end up feeling some old-fashioned moral outrage!