The Boy Who Cried Cancer

The time was slowly approaching midnight on New Years Eve. The place was the China Club. A cute guy approached me asking to buy me some champagne to ring in the New Year, so of course I said yes. We toasted, we hugged, and a peck on the cheek would suffice to ring in the New Year. Afterwards, we danced and exchanged phone numbers before saying our goodbyes.

I got home that night at about five in the morning. Only to find a missed call from him on my cell phone. I called him back, and we ended up talking on the phone for hours. We talked about life, love, and everything else you could possibly imagine. As the sun poked its head through the early morning clouds, we went for breakfast. Even though we only knew each other for a few hours at the time, it felt like forever.

We bonded quickly, days felt like weeks. And weeks felt like months. This guy was amazing. His good looks, free spirit, and charming attitude felt like it was too good to be true. He was always spontaneous, and lived each day as if it were his last.
But it wasn’t until that fateful night where everything came together. We were out on a date at Butter, a hot new restaurant that I’ve been longing to try. The conversation was fabulous, and the wine was flowing...

Guy: So how’s your dinner? Everything good?
Me: Mm, Everything’s great!
Guy: You mind if we get out of here after? I have to get up early tomorrow.
Me: Oh, sure! Is everything alright?
Guy: I just have an early doctor’s appointment at New York Hospital, for my treatments.
Me: Treatments?
Guy: Yes, for my cancer. My incurable brain tumor. (Continuous eating nonchalantly).

At this moment, I would have paid over a million dollars to see what my face looked like. I was shocked, astounded, mortified. I actually could feel my heart beating in my stomach. But what was I supposed to do? Never date him again because he has cancer? All of this was obviously happening for a reason. And I was already starting to fall for him.

Days went by, and I was trying to forget about all of this. One night I went over to his place to watch a movie. Well, we didn’t really watch the movie, but you get the drift. In the heat of the moment he looked into my eyes and asked “If I were to tell you I was going to die, like next week, would you sleep with me?”

I paused, speechless. I pinched myself. I rubbed my eyes thinking I would wake up. Wait, did all of this really just happen?

It did. And at that moment, I got up and left, never to hear of him again. He never even called to apologize. Hm... I wonder what happened to him.