Part 2| Tales Of A Love-Addicted Tinderella
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James Bond had already moved out when I found out he’d cheated on me two months prior with an ex while we were still living together. He apparently told her we were no longer “together.” He was obviously no longer with me.
I was devastated. Not so much about the fact they had sex without a condom, but that he’d lied so easily. Thanks to the principles in Landmark (we had both taken the course), we had been talking about transparency and integrity for months. And when I confronted him, he initially denied it.
I learned the news a few days before heading to an expensive yoga retreat in the South of France. So what if James was temporarily working in that region? We had common interests. Plus, we still ran a company together.
I practiced yoga five hours a day for 10 days straight. Despite the price of the retreat, I could not bring myself to eat much of the delicious organic cuisine being prepared by a young chef. I lost 10 pounds, weighing in at 104 pounds. Broken Heart + Hot Vinyasa Yoga = the most effective diet ever. I cried a lot, so much so that I gave myself an eye bag.
What were the chances of finding fast love to distract me? Every so often, I swiped at Frenchmen to distract myself. While the United States is the number one country in Tinder, France ranks fifth. For every four women on Tinder, there are six men. Yet only 17% of people in France use online dating sites, which means that because I was in a small French village, the men were mostly gray and seemingly married.
And then, in perfect love addict/love avoidant fashion, James reached out. I met in a small village where my group was visiting for the day. I was still attracted to him. He was wearing funny round black-rimmed sunglasses. He told me I looked gaunt. He acted so formal; I think he even kissed me on the cheeks.
At the end of the retreat, an Italian girl named Ilaria drove me to the French Riviera, where he was staying. I spent two weeks with James in a penthouse in Cannes before …