Minhoco Part 2 - Valentine's Day from Hell

Okay, so after that first night, we woke up and he's making me this fabulous breakfast.

And we're talking in the kitchen, he was telling me about his life.

And I looked at him and I said, Well, I wonder what can be wrong about you because everything sounds so perfect.

And he looked at me, said, Nothing, some people are just really nice, and I'm so happy we get along.

I've been wanting to have a girlfriend.

He swore to me that before me, he was kind of going out very casually with some lady from Honduras, but it was very casual.

She was the server of some hotel.

And he told me, Well, you know, I'm never going to date her.

I don't want to date her.

She's a single mother.

Her life is really complicated.

But of course, I'm a man and I wanted to have sex.

And I said, Yeah, super understandable.

But at that point, he just swore to me that he didn't have a relationship.

So we kept seeing each other pretty much every day.

We were inseparable.

We just really, really clicked.

So the night before

Valentine's Day, and really I challenge anyone out there, if you have a worse Valentine's Day story than mine, go for it.

Send it to me and I will publish because I told the story to most of my friends, most of my girlfriends, and everybody's like, this is definitely the worst Valentine's Day story on the planet.

We had slept together the night before, and in the morning, I asked him, Of course, what are we doing today?

It's Valentine's Day.

And he told me he was going to make dinner reservations somewhere, figure something out, but he was going to have a crazy, crazy, busy day.

It was the Miami Boat Show.

For people that don't know, it's one of the biggest boat shows in the world, so it's a huge networking event for any kind of business.

So, anyways, he said, I'm going to be super busy with some meetings the whole day because of the boat show, but I will definitely make restroom reservations and we will have a really nice dinner later.

Okay, no problem.

Bye.

I kiss him in the morning and I go to work and I'm thinking about him the whole day.

I can't wait to celebrate this day with him.

I can't believe I have such a nice boyfriend.

It's the nicest thing that happened to me in such a long time.

Blah, blah, blah.

Okay, he was gone the whole day.

And I was never the woman to be calling and going after the guy.

Where are you?

What are you doing?

I was always super, super laid-back about it.

I believe that when two people want to be together, they're going to be together.

And I think men just hate when women are calling, calling, calling, calling, and bothering them.

So it is really, really, really not my style.

to ever do that.

So I wasn't thinking anything of it.

So but around the time that it's 6.30 in the afternoon, he sends me a message and he tells me he's going to be super late because he's having so many meetings, and these meetings are so important.

So, I should just go to his place and wait for him there.

And he was still trying to figure out if we were going to have dinner out or if we were going to eat something at his place.

And I'm thinking, of course, oh my God, poor baby, you're working so hard.

I can't believe I'm being so selfish and thinking about you taking me to dinner.

No problem.

I went to his place.

I take a really nice shower and i put this super sexy lingerie on he was a sucker sucker for sexy lingerie some men don't even look at it he minoko was one guy that absolutely loved loved sex sexy lingerie

so i'm laying there in bed waiting waiting waiting 9 p.m finally i send him a message you know where are you should i just order some food so by the time you get home um we'll eat because obviously we're not gonna go anywhere

he tells me no just eat whatever you want order whatever you want I'm grabbing a bite with this businessman I'm still in the middle of my last meeting I'll be there probably in an hour an hour and a half I'm so sorry just wait for me in bed I felt so bad for him.

I was thinking, poor thing, he's working until so late on Valentine's Day.

I didn't even eat.

I figured, let me wait for him to get here and we'll eat something together or we'll make something together, but I don't want to like just just eat and abandon him.

So I'm laying in his bed, waiting all this time.

10:40 p.m., he finally gets there.

He looks super tired.

He takes his clothes off, and he just slept in bed with me.

I didn't even care that he didn't have like a rose, roses, chocolate, anything.

I was just happy he was there with me.

So we have sex, great sex, like always, and we fall asleep.

I woke up to go to the bathroom

and he's not there.

So first I thought, okay, maybe he went to the kitchen to grab something and he'll be back.

But he never came back.

And I was thinking, well, it's way too late for him to go to the gym.

I know he goes to the gym in the morning, but we went to sleep, whatever, midnight.

So I went back to bed and I'm thinking, where the hell did he go?

I couldn't fall back asleep, so I started looking at my Instagram.

And there is a message from this Honduran lady that he said he was having

casually dated before me.

And the message pretty much said, you're a freaking idiot.

He spent the entire Valentine's Day with me, and he's here at my house with me right now.

And

I was like, what?

At your place right now?

That's not possible.

This is not happening.

I am in his bed.

He was here with me right now

and she sends me a picture of him there with her i almost vomited i couldn't breathe my head was spinning so fast and at this point he's calling my cell phone yelling and i answer and i'm like what the hell is going on and he's like don't communicate with her don't communicate with her and i said did you really leave your bed with me in it to go see this woman and he's just yelling stop communicating with her stop communicate at this point i just tossed my phone and i was crying and i'm like oh my god this isn't happening this isn't happening god please tell me it's not true this isn't happening and i'm grabbing my clothes and i'm grabbing all my shit and i just ran out of his apartment this is like five o'clock five 5 a.m

and it's dark and i grab my car with valet and i'm crying crying crying and i call my friend who is the one friend that I know gets up super, super early.

She's one of my best friends.

And I said, please, let let me just come to your house.

And I get there and I am completely, completely discombobulated.

I really didn't understand what was going on.

And I'm thinking, this man that I adore and that I've been dating since the beginning of January is still dating someone else.

And he made me wait for him the entire day on Valentine's Day.

And he came home and he had sex with me,

well, the gross details without even showering, without anything, and he was with someone else before the entire day.

I'm like, no, no, no, no, no.

I am so confused, and this is so disgusting.

But then I'm sitting there in my friend's place, and this lady, this Honduran lady, starts

texting me the entire story with photos to prove it.

Yes, he was with her the whole day.

He gifted her some fake Cartier love bracelets.

She shows me the pictures.

She actually published stories on her Instagram of the two of them with the Cartier bracelets.

And he took her out to a great lunch.

They had sex all day.

Then they finally went to bed

and

he told her some whatever story why he had to leave at 10 p.m.

from her bed and she got suspicious.

So she decided to drive to his apartment building.

in the middle of the night because she was suspicious that he was with someone else, meaning me.

So security didn't let her go up.

Security was calling his phone in the middle of the night, and she threatened to cause a huge scandal in front of the building if he didn't go down.

So he left me alone in his bed and went down to shut her up.

And the only way to shut her up was to take her back to her place.

Of course,

I was crying and crying.

I felt like such a freaking idiot.

I simply could not believe this guy that I adored so much, that seemed like the nicest, the biggest gentleman in the world, the best sex I ever had, the things that he said to me, the way we connected, and he was such a scumbag.

That day, my friend said, okay, cat, this is it.

You're done.

Forget it.

End of story.

Please don't ever talk to this guy again.

Obviously, there and then, I should have said that's the end of him.

Because a man that treats a woman with such disrespect, I was so grossed out.

I couldn't believe it.

But it was not.

Unfortunately, it was not.

But I really think this Valentine's Day story from hell takes the cake.

Let me know what you guys think.

Did you ever hear of a worse one?

I think this is the worst one ever.