
02/09/2025
Okay, imagine this—I'm in a rush to go to dinner with a friend, and I'm stuck in a hotel elevator with a stranger. A very handsome stranger. We have a little conversation, and he tries to calm me down. Then he says, "You know, I'm going to a wedding tomorrow, and I don't have a date. Would you like to be my fake date?"
I wasn't just shocked—I was speechless at the suggestion. He continued to explain himself: his ex would be among the guests at the wedding, and he didn't want to take an embarrassing seat at the singles' table.
I don't know what was going through my head at that moment, but I agreed. On the day of the wedding, I felt like everyone was trying to uncover our little secret. It was as if someone was about to come on stage and yell, "Dylan brought a fraud!"
But it was much worse than that. In the middle of the celebration, an incredibly beautiful woman approached us. Dylan leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Oh, and there's my ex!" 😳👇