I met Cody when I lived in Fenway. He asked to buy me a drink, then told me about the clubs he goes to, and how expensive his watch was. My friends immediately hated him for this. We never went on an actual date. I didn’t even know his last name. He was my Thursday night designated driver. Sometimes I’d get picked up in a truck, a sports car, or a boat if we were by the water.
Usually I’m good at finding people with little known information, but this dude was impossible. All I knew was his first name and the college he went to. To find out his last name, I tried looking for his registration in his glove box, but he asked me to close it. I finally got it by calling his voicemail. Unsure of the spelling, I tried many Google searches and found nothing. No social media, no work website, until I came across something about his brother and him, aha!
My time in Boston was coming to an end. Cody got me wine for my graduation, and told me he would miss me. When I moved to NJ, I started seeing snapchats of a baby on his story. Now this could have been his nephew, except he was Cody’s mini me! It was clear that he had a wife or a baby mama this whole time, but why socialize with me? We weren’t even getting past second base. He was sketchy whenever I tried to ask him about the child. Then one night when I was back in Boston and he couldn’t avoid it any longer, I saw a car seat in his vehicle. I knew it, the kid is his son!
Cody is infamous for lying and not following through, except for one night when he brought us on a 7 million dollar yacht. People were drinking, smoking, blasting music. There was a bulldog in the lounge and my friend did the worm across the deck. Cody was nowhere to be found after the first hour – had to get home to his wife and kid – but we stayed to party. My 3 friends and I slept in the guest cabin. In the morning we stumbled off the yacht, and were locked in the marina. One girl tried to jump the fence, but some kind lady from her houseboat opened the window and told us the code to the gate.
8 years later and Cody is still finding excuses to text me. “Happy Thursday! What’s in store for the bachelorette this weekend?” “Happy Memorial day weekend!!” “You coming for a boat ride??” “Happy birthday month, stranger danger! Hope you’re doing well!!” His last 11 messages have gone unanswered. Please leave me alone.
Single at 30 