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Turns out, I was

chillin’ in the

womb when he

was tossing back

tequila.

From that point on,

we pretty much dated

exclusively. He met

my family, and I met

his friends. They were

nice enough when we

met up for big group

dinners, but they

never went out of their

Then he accused me

of snooping (an A+

example of gaslight-

ing, friends).

Here’s the part that

re a l l y h a u n t s m e t h o: I

didn’t break up with

him right away. Like

any not not stable

23-year-old, I made a

pro-con list. Pro: He’d

get a senior citizen

rate on movie tickets

soon. Con: What else

was he lying about?

Listen, had Robert

t o l d m e his re a l a g e

straight up, I might not

have let it get so seri-

ous, even though I

liked him for more

than the year he was

born. But the lying,

the gaslighting, the

plotting? Hard pass.

I’ve since moved

on, but it’s still all I

can do now *not* to

say, “Can I see some

ID?” whenever I meet

someone new.

And you thought this

story was cray...read

more of Gabi’s dating

experiences in her

new book, Twenty

Guys You Date in Your

Twenties, $17,

amazon.com.

way to get to know

me—which, in hind-

sight, makes total

sense. (Robert later

admitted that the

“bros” wondered how

long he could “keep

up this act.”)

“What IS THIS?” I

asked after learning

the truth, waving his

license in his face.

The DMV had made a

mistake, he insisted.

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