In 2023, Wesley and I met on a dating app. Taller, more masculine Alexander Skarsgård, a good writer and actor.
On Fridays, he took an acting class at a prestigious school. I told him one of my girlfriends was in his class. He said he knew of her, but they’d never talked. I insisted he introduce himself to her. I was excited that two people I cared for were in another circle together and could meet. The next day, I told my girlfriend about Wesley and insisted she meet him as well.
”Oh,” she said, “we’ve never talked. He’s so handsome.”
That was all I said to either of them about each other before I realized I was cucked.
I thought maybe they’d both become friends, and we’d all just be able to chill.
I was wrong. Dead fucking wrong and how I found out they were fucking—and living together—happened in the absolutely most cinematic way I could imagine. (I swear to God it will sound fake, but all of this did happen.)
We’d talked on the phone, but I hadn’t seen Wesley in two weeks when I went to my girlfriend’s house for a visit.