Lost Angeles: FOMO is Hard
The story you are about to read is true. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. I’m not a doctor or an expert and I’m certainly not always right.
I’m already sinking and he hasn’t even left me yet. Two weeks ago I left H&D to work out of town for two weeks, thus propelling us into a trial run of what might be…dun dun dunnn...a “long-distance relationship." Halp. How did I get here? Let’s see…
In case you’re just tuning in, and even if you’re not, allow me to explain. About two months ago I started seeing my ex-boyfriend, High & Dry because my current guy, Mr. Sugar, who I was casually having sex with, was not ready for a relationship. Perhaps I should've been more patient. Perhaps I had a case of FOMO (fear of missing out—thank you Abbi and Ilana) and I didn’t want to waste time on someone who wasn’t serious about me. Or perhaps it was a matter of time before I reconnected with H&D. Even more likely it was some amalgam of all three. Cue MØ.
20m
29s
20m
21m
21m
21m
1m
21m
2m
20m
2m
21m
21m
44m
8m
1h 35m
41m
1h 25m
20m
1m
41m
1m
21m
3m
21m
4m
39s
10m
2m
6m
1m
51s
21m
14m
17m
7m
6m
1m
1m
2m
41s
6m
6m
30s
50m
21m
10m
20m
20m
1m
10m
21m
20m
21m
1h 22m
1m
24m
1h 16m
1m
1m
1m
10m
1m
10m
46m
20m
20m
1h 42m
43m
46m
1m
1h 28m
10m
2m
12m
9m
11m
1m
1m
1h 3m
23m