While volunteering at the San Francisco’s Film Festival, I had a coffee break with another woman (Note: a lot of women volunteer at film festivals.)
And we instantly discovered we had dated the same Lothario.
Months before, we had both been on Match.com. She started her dating debacle story about Philip, “the millionaire chef.”
I told her I, had also dated “the chef.” Four dates into our tryst…he announced to he was off to Kenya for Safari and would be back in three months.Never heard from him again. No loss, no magic.
Chef told her he was going helicopter skiing in Gstadd and would be be back in 2 months.
She never heard from him again – so she googled the guy.
She discovered not a trace-despite elaborate stories about his famous San Francisco family. Nothing could be found.
The so-called “chef” disappeared until he didn’t and he was back on Match.com. Really?
Gigi – of unlimited funds and insatiable curiosity, hired a private detective-only to learn “the Chef” was a Tenderloin Tenant, not a Nob Hill resident… more of a transient than a chef extraordinaire. In reality, he was a weaver of web lies of extraordinary proportion.
I had moved on and was a delightful romance with a dancer, Baseball writer, who earned his keep ghostwriting biographies for jilted politicians wives. He was making a killing.
GiGi …Felt it was her duty to warn other women of the lying chef-the Weaver of lies.Ladies, it’s what we do women, we talk.