Mr. French concluded (When a man isn't a man...), but instead a PREDATOR.

 Disappointing to say the least.

Look out ladies in South Beach, West Palm Beach, Boca Raton, the Hamptons, Naples, NYC and Colombia... There is a MARRIED PREDATOR on the loose!!! Total history of our relationship can be found at www.BeingTracy.com. I first called him Richard Branson, in my blogs, because I though he resembled Branson, but then changed his character name to Mr. French, as the story will tell.

I met Mr. French in 2017.  Our first date, at STK in South Beach, was a set up (dating app), and I found him very uninteresting, and even made friends with the lady next to me, so I wouldn't have to talk much to him.  (He has said that was "BEFORE his face-lift!)

After the date, he remembers that we met like 4 more times, 

and each time I was equally un-interested in him.  

These were not memorable moments for me, but to him...they were.

Then, something happened.  We kept seeing each other as years went by, and later became friends, then lovers, then something...I wasn't sure what, but I fell in love.

I have been very busy building my real estate business as of late.

Hence, I took myself off all of the dating apps.  No time to concentrate on finding my soul-mate...

I figured, I have been hoping he'd find me, until now, 12 years since my divorce, and now I was going to put all of my efforts and TIME into REAL ESTATE...learning the business, & Miami.

Then, too, 

I wanted to learn  how to best help my clients & friends.  

No time for senseless chitter chatter getting to know nameless faces on the dating apps!!

Then, as things would have occurred, someone appeared out of the shadows.

First I called him Richard Branson in my blog.  Then, because he works for a billionaire, I changed his alias to Mr. French, reminiscent of the character from the 70's sitcom "Family Affair,"  Mr. French was the butler for a billionaire.  THIS Mr. French is not a butler, but our relationship ended last year, because he went to Colombia and met a Colombian girl there (I inadvertently discovered).

However, after we spent months separated, he told me that it had been nothing significant, and he actually spent the majority of the trip alone.  

Thus, I forgot about it, and concentrated on enjoying this busy man in my own busy time 1 night a week.

Our relationship had become one of a weekly date on Saturday nights, which worked for me, as I was able to concentrate on real estate all week, and then have a fun date-night with the same man every week for the past couple months since we re-kindled our relationship.  It wasn't perfect.  Still, it worked.

I was really enjoying our time together, but something didn't feel right.

The way he would disappear all week.

However, last week I got a text that said that we would not be having our Saturday night date, because he had work to attend to at his home in West Palm Beach.  Then nothing.  No calls, no texts, no responses. 

Until my girlfriend smelled something fishy.  I had never considered he may be married until last week when he, himself, said to me, "I know, you think I am married."  

This alerted me.  I have learned that people tell you who they are.  You just have to listen.  

I had never accused him of being married...where did that come from, I thought.

My friend asked if she could do a background check on him.

Mr. French had always told me that he didn't have any family left.

The background check brought back a woman his age with the same last name...it said she lived in West Palm Beach, as well, but a different address.  Strange.

I kept feeling sick to my stomach.  You know the way you feel when you know that you are being lied to, but the person won't admit the truth?

Finally, Mr. French responded to my text question about who this woman is, with another question:

"Who are you referring to?" And two long paragraphs about why he had been absent.

Still, not answering the phone, though.

Placing the blame on his busy schedule, and my senseless  accusations.

I didn't want to call this woman, for fear of hurting her the way that I was hurting, but at least if I talked with her, I would find out the truth.

Eventually, I mustered up strength and confidence, and dialed her number that was on the report that my girlfriend had gotten for me.

I called her by name, and she laughed and said she went by a nickname now.

I asked her if she knew if Michael was ok?  

Because I knew he'd been seeking treatment lately for heart problems, and his siblings had died within' years of his age.  Her answer caused my heart to sink, and confirmed my fears:  

"well you know he got married?"  

She sounded happy for him.  This was his ex-wife from long ago, and she said:  

"yes, he married a Colombian."  

I had wondered if anything had resulted in the Colombian he'd met on his vacation last year.  

He had told me no, but she was confirming the truth.  

Then she went on to say, "but she "knew that he was in Naples last weekend with a different woman."  She thought this was very strange, because supposedly he just got married, and his wife cannot come here yet, so he was staying in a hotel room with a DIFFERENT WOMAN."

So, it now appears that Mr French is a skanky common-place Miami guy cheating, and now married just a couple months, and yet cheating on her as well.

Story over:  at least my chapter is closed, and I am grateful for the TRUTH.

Funny enough, he had always loved reading my blogs about himself.

Even said to me a few months ago, that I hadn't written one in awhile.

Noted: would’ve been wise to stick with my first impression

When a man, knowing that a woman is vested in a relationship with him, seeks the attention of other women, he is no man at all..

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