Excellent story, but this was definitely not my experience with you. Let me sum it up:

At the start, I was kind of attracted to your quirky writing style. The line breaks with each part of a thought was pretty endearing. We hit it off and chatted on kik for days...we had so much to talk about. We agreed to meet and you wanted to "go dutch for a hotel" because you claimed to have a disagreeable female room mate. Little did I know that "room mate Sarah" was actually your husband, but I digress.

So, I drove eight hours to your location form mine. We talked for over six hours on the phone while I was on my drive (I have the phone records to prove this, btw). We agreed on so much. We talked about past relationships, your recent car wreck, your struggles with nursing school...things I can definitely relate to. We talked about all the things we wanted to do together, about how you wanted to see the beach with me. I thought this was an excellent idea. We met at the hotel but I had trouble finding it. You met me across the street at some bagel place to guide me the rest of the way.

We get to the hotel and you gave me a flower in a coke bottle. I thought this was pretty adorable, I have to say. Then we get to the room. The AC was off and it smelled funny (things I fixed, btw, and have the texting to prove this as well). I went to shower and when I got back, you were gone. Suddenly, not answering texts or kik messages.I go to sleep. The next day, you apologize, insist that the room smell was making you ill and you were nervous after your pharmacology final... and that you would definitely be up after. So, I wait. A few hours go by and I haven't heard from you. Then, that's when you say that "I'm sorry, I'm married...I thought I could be with you but I can't." I was crushed. $400 and a thousand miles wasted. I actually forgave you, though. I figured you were just lonely and couldn't go through with it. I was just going to let it go but then I see you posting again on r4r. So, I mentioned there that you were married. You do it again, so I bring it up again. You misrepresent yourself and I want others to know what they are getting into. It hurt because I thought you were genuine. So, I'll tell you what I told you before I left that hotel: when you get lonely, you might not just be hurting yourself.