Hard to summarize a decade of ish but alright what the hell, I’ll share some; if I aspire to get a seat on the AF board I guess I need to come clean.
The thing is that before getting married I was engaged to another chick; I’ll call this fiancée, F1. She was very very smart, and we routinely had the kind of conversations you have with your smartest friends only. We had very interesting discussions about economics, philosophy, science, physics, life, etc. She was uncommonly intelligent and caring so I enjoyed our time together, but had a problem: she was totally unattractive. Yet when we got engaged I thought I wouldn’t care about her very subpar looks because she was such a nice and intelligent person. Then I thought it would be fun to have a last “farewell tour” since I had the means to live kind of a double life for a while before getting married. So I rented an apartment no one knew about, and went to different groups of friends not familiar with my engagement to see if I could bang a couple of chicks before settle down.
Because of my job, I normally had to travel to the EMEA region or Asia, so my absence with minimal notice was justified, but instead of going to some country, I was trying to see if I still could get hot chicks or had lost my game. Then I met this chick, who was very attractive, and was the definition of a good person. My original plan was only to bang her while I could because I was still engaged to F1 and the wedding date was already set. Problem was that after five months with this new girlfriend I fell in love badly, and didn’t know what to do. Then out of the blue one day I called her roommate and asked to see if she could find out my girlfriend’s ring size, bought an engagement ring and asked to marry me.
Part of me thought that there was no way that this chick would say yes only after a couple of months, then we had to break up, return the ring, and my farewell tour would be over for good. She however said yes and became fiancée F2. Then I was in the middle of this situation where F1 and F2 both thought they are going to marry me. To make things worse, I had convinced a former girlfriend to fly from Argentina just to spend a weekend in my secret apartment (hey, rent was expensive, so I had to make the most out of it). So this chick obviously didn’t know about my “schedule conflict”, but she spent only a weekend around so damage was controlled on that front.
There was no question in my mind that I loved F2, so I called off the F1 wedding, which was a very difficult process. Then you see how your f*cked up fun can affect other people’s lives. So I regret how stuff played out on that end, but marrying F2 was the best decision.
I guess we should draw something positive out of this messed up situation, so the moral of the story here is: chicks, don’t be fugly.