9000 miles later I can say that I tried and I learned a lot. LA guy was definitely a top story for me in 2015 and it is time to close that chapter for good. I never had my heart broken so hard and looking back I don’t understand what I even saw in him. I don’t understand why I let him come visit my in NYC as planned in June. The night before he left LA he asked me if I still wanted him to come. Our conversations had diminished and all my friends were telling me to dead the trip but I am not sure why I still have some small sliver of hope for a good time. The trip had some good, mostly bad and a lot of ugly.

The Good:

The night he arrived he was quite drunk. He tried to get me to meet him and a friend he made on the plane out at a bar. I, too, was getting my drink on to prepare for his arrival so I had the liquid courage to say he was coming to visit me so he can come to my place. That night we ended up at a local bar, Trinity Pub. He used to live next door to it with his ex-girlfriend, which is also around the block from my current apartment. I told him how much he hurt me in LA. He started crying and apologizing and saying how I didn’t deserve that and how he actually loved me. I took this all with a grain of salt. He said I wouldn’t have to pay for anything this trip

During his trip we went to the One World Trade Observatory the first day it opened. This was a great experience, that I probably should’ve experienced alone. We also went to the 9-11 Museum. He didn’t want to wait in line so he bought us a membership, which I get to benefit from. This was special to experience together even though I have already done the museum and the top of the Observatory was absolutely fantastic. We didn’t talk much but I enjoyed the company. After all of that we got drinks at a hotel and had good conversation about our jobs and I started talking about other guys.

The Bad: After the 9-11 museum and observatory we went to Le District for lunch. It was a bit pricey and after ordering things he definitely didn’t like and a lot of food waste, we walked around the market. Accidentally, a jar of jam fell from him grabbing another jar. As it landed and red jam went everywhere, even on my shoes, he looked at me and asked “Why did you do that?” There was no joking in his delivery. I tried to save it from its fall but it happened so quickly and it was all an accident.

The last day of his trip we went to Portchester to see two of his friends. I really liked them. We went to Bar Taco and a beer garden. They were very adament about me not paying for anything since I was housing LA Guy. But, he couldn’t of been more a jerk this day. On the train ride there I was simply trying to ask him about his travels, since he has done a lot. He took things too far when grotesquely describing the pigeons by the Louvre. I just didn’t understand why he was speaking this way to me.

The Ugly: 

He was very adament about meeting this friend from the plane so he invited her out to the Rangers playoffs game where we were with my friends. I had no intentions of building a friendship with her but I was civil. The next day he told me how she thought I was a bitch. My good friend Hank also stood up for my when I was ordering beers and shots at the bar. There were two guys talking to me and he asked LA Guy about going over there. LA Guy said I was fine. LA Guy was too busy flirting with 50 year old women. I feel bad my friends had to deal with him. At least Hank had a smoking buddy. That’s right, this guy continued the smoking. I wish I sent him to a hotel.

Sunday morning was one of the ugliest things that ever came out of his mouth. The night he was in tears he expressed he wanted to go to church with me since he knows how important it is to me. I woke him up that morning and asked if he still wanted to go. He said no (surprise surpirse since he had already made the 180 back to being an asshole after 24 hours). So I asked him what he wanted to do and he responded with “kill people.” To that, I decided to play into his crazy talk and ask who he wanted to kill first. The bastard said “baby Jesus.” I immediately told him how offensive that was. Looking back, I wish I kicked him out at that point. I went to church and prayed for him and then we headed to Portchester after I got back from Mass.

The best of all was two mornings in a row when I went to switch out our phones on the charger. He had preview text on and they lit up when I switched the phone. They were texts from a girl in LA saying she loved him and how “if this how forever feels I want it to be with you.” I inquired about him dating someone and he said kinda. I felt so bad for the girl. If I was at the point where I was saying things like that to a guy I would be so hurt to hear he flew across country to spend time with another girl.

He fortunately caught an earlier flight out on his last day. I think we both knew how bad of weekend it was even though he wrote me later that we did all these amazing things and had a great time. When he left I wished him well. I hated that he slept in my bed. Fortunately, nothing sexual happened and yet again, I spent too much money that I didn’t even have. Fool me once shame on you. Fool me twice shame on me. I was a fool for letting him come after how Los Angeles went when I visited. I was a fool for letting him into my heart. I won’t say I regret it though as I learned a lot and am stronger and smarter from the experience. I know I only deserve the best.