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“Yes, very badly.” She looks at me with concern. I tell the doctor that I’m in a relationship with someone who never had kids and doesn’t want them. At a doctor’s appointment to discuss freezing my eggs. Also, I’m 31, not 18! I nod politely as she continues to talk nonsense.Ģ p.m. Boyfriend has never done anything to imply he’s a playboy or a womanizer. I try not to be insulting by the implication that I’m somehow not good enough for him or that I’m the fool here. She thinks he’s too attractive, too rich, and too old. I have a breakfast “meeting” with another colleague, who is actually a good friend. Will discuss with Boyfriend tonight.ġ1 a.m. I narrowed our trip down to a few places. Travel porn kept me up until way too late last night. We have a great talk and land on a destination - Maine - and he tells me to do some research and call him when I need a credit card. Call Boyfriend to ask about a summer trip we were talking about. I live by myself, and the nights I’m not with my boyfriend, I like to read, watch TV, and relax.ĩ p.m. Citi Bike home to Cobble Hill and pick up sushi on the way. That’s been our routine every few days since: uptown dinner or drinks a few nights a week hot sex, even if a bit vanilla sleepover and then off to our very different worlds.Ħ p.m. We started flirting and a few days later had a cocktail together uptown we ended the night with wild sex. We weren’t directly working with each other, but I came up with a ridiculous reason to email him. He’s about 15 years older but looks great - reminded me of Bradley Cooper. I first met him via Zoom and was instantly attracted. We’ve been seeing each other for about six months. The mornings are always a crunch but so worth the chaos. I take a long, hot shower, then head to work on the subway.ġ0:30 a.m. Plus, my boyfriend always hands me a couple hundred-dollar bills on my way out, and it’s nice to have cash to spend.ĩ a.m. Nevertheless, I slither out of his building, past the doormen, and into the street to hail a taxi.Ĩ:15 a.m. It’s not like my colleagues are going to spot me on the Upper East Side. So when I sneak out of his house in the morning, I’m stupidly paranoid. I work in biotech, and he used to be a client at my job - he was someone with a lot of money who hired my team for a project. No one at work knows about my “boyfriend.” We haven’t officially used that term around each other, but I call him that to myself and my friends. This week, a woman sneaks around with a work contact who everyone says is wrong for her but whom she may be in love with: 31, in a relationship, Brooklyn.Ĩ a.m.