29 Days of Bad Dates: Number 2 - FRB (French Rat Bast*rd)

Dating Disaster No. 2

Soon after Dr. Psycho and I parted company, I met FRB (French Rat Bastard). FRB was in Boston attending an advanced law program at Harvard. We met one autumn night at Vox Populi on Boylston. (It's a Euro trash with cash joint, but my friends wanted to go there).

After FRB completed his program, he returned to France. We did the long-distance thing for a few weeks. I called to confirm his flight information to Boston (he was coming for a visit- sweet, right?) and a woman answered the phone. I was stunned to hear a woman's voice. Steam began to shoot from my ears. I left a message and rang back an hour later.

FRB answered, “Allo Georges!” I soon discovered, the woman, Christine, was his “France girlfriend,” whom he insisted he told me about when we began dating. I may forget what your Aunt Clothilde gave you for your seventh birthday; a long-term, live-in girlfriend I'm not likely to forget. Au revoir, FRB!