Call Her Daddy - I Got Catfished in Paris

Episode Date: August 21, 2024

Join Alex for a special solo episode from the vault where she reveals what happened in the infamous, never told before Paris story where she flew across the world for a man she met on Raya. Daddy Gang, buckle up because this is a wild ride.

What is up, Daddy Gang? It is your founding father, Alex Cooper, with Call Her Daddy. Daddy Gang, welcome back to another episode of Call Her Daddy. I am officially back in Los Angeles. I was in Paris for three weeks for the Olympics, and it was truly one of the most incredible experiences that I have had in my career. Growing up, I watched the Olympics religiously with my family. And so to have been able to be a part of such a huge global moment was indescribable. I remember being a little nervous for live TV because I'm aware I have a mouth on me. This is called Call Her Daddy. I know where I came from. And I understand that network television is just a little bit more buttoned up, you know. But the moment that I felt so seen was when

I was prepping my gymnastics broadcast and I was on a pre-call going over like run of show and what we were going to talk about and a joke that I was thinking would definitely get shut down. And I remember pitching it to them and I basically was saying like, you know, Simone Biles has like multiple gymnastics moves named after her. Like coincidentally, I too have a move named after me, the gluck, gluck, wink, wink. And instead of them being absolutely horrified, they laughed and they embraced it and they approved the Gluck Gluck 9000 joke. And so to me, I was fucking thrilled. It made me realize, damn, maybe there is a place for Big Al on live TV. But overall, it was an incredible experience. And I had so many guests come on the

show that added to the fun watch party that I was hosting on Peacock. We had Andy Cohen popped by, Chelsea Handler, Katy Perry, Hannah Berner. It was an absolutely lovely time. But I will be honest. I haven't always had a lovely time in Paris. And when I landed and got back home and thought about what this week's episode would be, I realized that in order for me to fully my new, positive, fond, incredible memories of Paris, I need to finally share the story that I have avoided telling on this show to all of you since Call Her Daddy started. I have been holding onto this story for about six years now. And trust me, I see OG Daddy Gang still to this day in the comments asking, Alex, what happened in Paris? So today, Daddy Gang, I finally

give you the Paris story. The infamous untold story of when I flew to Paris for a man I had never met before. And little did I know this trip would haunt me for years. Let's get into it. let me set the scene for all of you it was two months before I started working at Barstool it was the summer of 2018 I was 23 years old at the time. And at this point, I was unemployed. My only source of income was unemployment checks from the government. Shout out. And I had just ended my serious on and off again relationship with door number three. But the positive of all of this was I had finally officially gotten accepted to the holy grail dating app called Raya. So I remember at this point, I sat back, I kicked my feet up and I just started swiping and

I am swiping and I'm swiping and I'm perusing. I'm looking around. I'm having the time of my life. I'm looking for a sugar daddy maybe. And all of a sudden I remember being so caught off guard because my ex popped up on the app or so I thought there was a guy on Raya who quite literally looked identical to door number three who I just ended things with and for those of you who are like who the fuck is door number three he was a man I met the summer going into my senior year of college in Boston I was bored on Instagram one day and I remember coming across this really tall dark handsome tatted guy on the Detroit Tigers baseball team and I double tapped a couple of his photos kind of thinking nothing of it and then the next morning I woke up and I had a DM from him and the rest was history. This episode, though, is not going to be a story time about my relationship with door

number three. That can maybe be for another time. But the cliff notes are that this man and I ended up having one of the realest relationships I had had up into that point in my life. And he really consumed a lot of my early 20s. And when we finally ended things, it was extremely heartbreaking. So that was my headspace. That's where I'm at. So back to unemployed, heartbroken girl in New York City. I was fresh off of that breakup and I came across a man on Raya who looked like he could be door number three's twin. I was immediately, I was triggered and I was also somewhat intrigued. I was missing him already. And so I figured in a fucked up way,

why not hook up with someone who looked exactly like my ex. Like that to me at the time seemed like the smartest, healthiest, most mature thing to do. So I press match and officially I was put into this chat with this guy, AKA Q Paris man. To confirm this man did not live in Paris. And for the purpose of trying to make sure that no one on the fucking internet can find this man for both my own sanity and also to make sure that I never have to hear from him again. I, during this story, am going to try to not give as many specifics on like his job and his identity as I usually would in a story. Okay, I remember what happened in my Boston Red Sox episode. You found him and you, you found him. Um, not today. Okay. The sleuths are like, oh, I accept a challenge. Please stop. Please stop. Cause this is like actually not, this is not what

I want to see on my for you page when I upload this, you guys. So this guy was not living in Paris, but let's just say with me living in New York at the time, it would have been a semi-short flight to see each other if we ever wanted to meet in person. Hence why I matched with him in the first place. I was like, so many DJs are like in Australia. And I'm like, I don't want to go on a first date to Australia. But like, if it's like a couple hour, two hour flight, like, sure, I'll go see this person. Right. So we started hitting it off. We're messaging on the app. He was very charming in the beginning. He was very attractive. Back then I was really into the sleeve tattoos. And the conversation with this Raya match,

it was great. Like it was more than easy. It honestly quickly reached the level where we were texting paragraphs back and forth over the span of a week. And we were having really, really deep what felt like fulfilling emotional conversations. And a lot of it was us texting because he was on a plane every other day traveling around the world for work. And I know what you're thinking. Traveling on a plane across the world for work. Okay. And I know what you're thinking. Traveling on a plane across the world for work. Ooh, Alex, you hit the gold mine, sweetie. Who is this very powerful, very mysterious, influential, well-connected, suave, worldly man? Yes. I too thought the same exact thing. Okay. So one morning we're texting and he says, hey, I know we barely know each other,

but in the short time that we've been speaking, I have never felt this way about someone. And I've never connected like this with someone. I understand that's already a red flag. Like you have never met in person. And he's basically's basically proposing I know but at the time I was vulnerable so he basically said I know this is really sudden but I have to ask I'm gonna be in Paris next week do you want to join me now you could picture the excitement in young dumb broke, broke, lonely Alex. I had never been to Paris in my entire life. I had never even had a man bring me to Europe. And so the prospect of living this whirlwind fairy tale romance seemed nothing short of

epic. And what was the most exciting and where my head really went to was he was not an athlete. Okay. I was aware that I needed to switch it up and I like, it was no secret. I had been going for the same type of guy since I came out of the fucking womb. I needed a restart. I needed a fresh change of pace. And he on paper and texting seemed like literally the perfect guy. He looked like an athlete, but he wasn't an athlete. Okay. And so I remember him inviting me and I was living in the 301 at the time, which was my first New York city apartment in the Lower East Side. And I remember I ran into our living room and I started freaking out asking my roommates like,

what do I do? What do I do? Like, this is fucking insane, right? Like I'm literally insane. if I get on a plane and go see a man that I've never met in my life like I'm I'm okay am I okay I'm not okay am I unwell and both of my roommates were like Alex YOLO like literally YOLO go for it like why not like you are going to start working a full-time job in a month and a half. Go have fun. Like, live your life. You never know what could happen. And so I said, thank you for that pep talk. And I said, fuck it. And I texted him and I said, I'm down. Let's do it.

I'm coming to Paris. Now, I was no stranger at this point to getting on a plane and flying to see a man who I was talking to but the funny thing is and this is where the whole athlete thing I know this sounds backwards but like it was oddly comforting when I would get on a plane to see an athlete because every time I was on one of those planes going to spend a weekend even if it was an athlete I had never met in my life and was maybe just starting to talk to their whole team and organization and coaches and wives and girlfriends and family members and fucking dogs and everyone and their mother is staying at the hotel that we're at so like in hindsight maybe it was a false sense of security, but it did always make me feel like somewhat safe that I was theoretically like surrounded by an entire group of people

and I was not just out there fending for myself alone. So this without a doubt was the first man that I was essentially getting on a plane for and going in blind. There was not really much about him on the internet. And I personally at the time took that as like, oh my God, he's so rich. Like he doesn't want any information out there about him. Idiot, idiot. Like I get that we're like, ooh, no social media is so sexy and hot like to a point to a point to a point also he was on Raya to like clear my name of like I'm not that much of an idiot like he was on Raya which is a dating site that you have to get referrals and back then it was like

a little bit more stingy with its acceptance rate hence why it took hence why it took me so long to get the fuck on there um But so I had this riot thing. I'm like, he can't be like a murderer. Like, I'm fine. And I think another reason that I kind of blacked out and said yes to flying across the world for a man that I didn't know was because I had been vlogging on YouTube. And in order to make my rent every month, because the unemployment checks weren't cutting it, I needed that little extra cash flow from the vlogs. And for context, my vlogs were essentially a precursor to Caller Daddy. I was exploiting my life and taking you on a journey of whatever I was doing that week.

Sometimes it was a skit. Sometimes it was reality. Whatever it was, it was like me being embarrassing and exploiting myself. Classic. So I wasn't just being this like YOLO idiot, like maybe I'll die. Maybe I'll thrive. Like I wasn't doing that. I also had in the back of my head like this will be pretty great for the vlog. Like, you know, this is good for business and do it for the plot. Unfortunately, I do think I took do it for the plot just a little too far on this one, but we'll get there. So I confirm with Paris Man that I'm in. He tells me he's going to purchase my flight and that everything would be taken care of.

And all I had to do was get on the plane and show up. I was elated. I remember my mom came into the city to go shopping with me to get like new cute Parisian outfits. We went to like TJ Maxx and we got me like a new luggage bag. I have a fucking picture of me. I'll post on the side outside of my 301 apartment in Lower East Side, like holding my vlog camera. It's so embarrassing. I'm holding my vlog camera and I'm like sitting with my like little luggage bag. I think it was like Tommy Hilfiger or something. And I was so bright eyed and bushy tailed and excited because in my mind, I was about to get on a plane to meet the potential love of my life. I am done with the athletes. Maybe this could even be the guy that I don't know. One day I marry like it was filled with butterflies and time couldn't have

gone by slower. All I wanted to do was run into Paris man's arms and start my fairy tale adventure. The plane finally arrived and I immediately went to text him when I landed. I'm like, I'm here, babe. Like, ah, like we made it. And minutes went by and there was no response. So I restarted my phone trying to make sure like, oh, maybe it's like a little issue with my service. Like my dad hasn't paid my bills. Like something's going on. Like maybe my texts like, you know, weren't sending and that's why he's not answering. Like something's going on. So I go through customs, I get my checked bags, and almost an hour had passed and I still had not heard from Paris, man. I also realized, like a fucking moron, that I had were now completely gone and I was at this point I was edging more towards freaking the fuck out I was alone in a country I was 23

I had never been to this country and the realization was starting to hit me that like I had no idea who I was meeting up with. Like the guy I had been talking to was thoughtful and communicative, not the type of person who would leave you in the dark for over an hour after you fly across the world to see him. So I remember I'm sitting at baggage claim and I start to have a visible panic attack. Like people are looking at me and I look extremely unwell. And in that moment, I was so upset. I remember I wanted to text my mom and my friends, but I didn't. And I think it was because I was also like embarrassed to admit anything was wrong this early in the trip. You know what I mean? Like I didn't want to tell them like, oh my God,

he's not answering me. Like what the fuck, what a dick. And then everything works out and it's fine. And then I look like an idiot for like freaking out. So I was just trying to like stay calm and just maintain a level of calmness through my panic attack. I was sure there was going to be an explanation. And so naturally as I'm sitting there, I decide to get my ass up and I start to walk around looking at the signs drivers were holding up thinking, oh, idiot. Obviously, he definitely got me a car. Like, I just have to go find the driver that's going to be holding up my sign. Like maybe, you know, maybe the Paris man is stuck on a business call.

That's why he's not answering me. Like, this is all going to be fine. So I'm walking around like a fucking idiot, like huffing and puffing. I'm like, literally about to cry. And I don't see any signs with my name on it. And I start to rationalize with myself at this point. Like, you know, when you're so delusional, like it's like, oh, I can make anything make sense in this moment.

And I start to stare at the names of all of the fucking drivers holding up names that somewhat resemble mine. I'm like, ooh, like maybe he accidentally told them my name was Allison. And like, it was a little like mix up and like, maybe that's my driver. I'm definitely Allison. And I go up to the guy and he's like, you're not Allison. I'm looking for any name. I'm like, Copper, Cooper. Oh, let's go. Slowly, Allison and Copper and all the people that resembled my name fucking appeared and they went off with their driver and I was still stranded in the motherfucking Paris airport okay so I went and sat in the corner of baggage claim on top of my suitcase and I started to cry and I just felt

like can you guys imagine getting on a plane that was like I think it was like what 10 hour flight and I'm landing and I'm so excited and now it's literally like cue the horror music. I just felt so off and had this like pit growing in my stomach and my mind was going in a million different directions. But then by the grace of God, I got a fucking text message from him and all it said was, hey, and he sent me the address. Immediately I'm like relieved and simultaneously horrified. Like, obviously, I'm happy that I'm no longer stranded in the airport. And this man has communicated with me. But I'm also starting to worry that this was not about to be the week that I thought it was.

So I brought my bags outside and I got in the cab line and I waited for a taxi and I still had this pit in my stomach that I was honestly trying to ignore. And there was the smallest voice in the back of my head telling me to not leave the airport. Like call your parents, Alex, beg them to buy you a flight and go the fuck home. Like, what are you doing? But you know, I'd already started the vlog. I was like dedicated to the vlog. And like, I was like, no, no, no. I was convinced that things would turn around when we just got in person with each other. And I convinced myself that this mishap at the airport, water under the bridge, it's fine. I didn't need to overthink it. Like I didn't need to worry. Like everything was going to be fine. As I remember, so sad, the taxi is

driving me and I'm like watching the meter like tick up. The price just keeps getting higher and higher and higher. And I'm hoping to God that when I get there, Paris man would cover the cab ride because I'm like, listen, baby, I'm on unemployment checks. Like I got no money to my name. Like I need help right now. And I, I'll be honest. I thought he was, I either thought he was going to surprise me and pick me up at the airport with flowers, or I thought he'd at least get me a car. You know what I mean? So anyways, that didn't happen. So the taxi finally pulled up to the address that he gave me. The driver helps me with my bags and I'm standing on the side of the road and I text him that I was

there and I'm waiting and I'm waiting and I'm waiting And I'm standing on the side of the road. And I text him that I was there. And I'm waiting. And I'm waiting. And I'm waiting. And I'm outside for like 10 fucking minutes. The cab is gone by now. And finally these double doors open. And I see him in person. In the flesh.

For the first time. These double doors open. And I see him. In person. In the flesh. for the first time. Now, a part of me was just really fucking relieved that there was a human being standing in front of me because I will be real in that cab ride over, I really started to question like,

was I the idiot that was about to get catfished? And like this man actually didn't really fucking exist there was I will say though an actual element of catfishing here because this man was not how do I say this this man was not completely what his photos were like not that it was a full catfish situation by any means like he was an average looking guy but he honestly was not the man who I personally swiped on and flew across the world to to see like he was not giving adjacent to the model-esque photos that were on that app. You know what I mean? So that was a little shocking. But I'm like, oh, I'm tired. I'm like a little hazy from the trip. Like maybe it's going to get better with time. He walks out and he hugs me. And it's like this

awkward one arm side hug. And it's like he barely is talking and he kind of is barely saying anything. And I'm not an awkward is barely saying anything and I'm not an awkward person if anything I'm an annoying person but I am not an awkward person so I immediately start to panic even more I'm like why is he being so awkward like we've basically sexted like why is this weird and you're giving me one hour hug and to make things worse he didn't pay for the cab he just like waved at the guy and I was like, here's my last morsel of cash that I have from underneath my bunk. But I smiled through it and he offered to take my bags up for me and he carried them

up four flights of stairs to this Airbnb that we were staying in. So here we go. It just keeps getting fucking worse. We walk in and he showed me to our bedroom. Okay. And it was just a mattress on the ground with red sheets and just a lamp in the corner. Not a, not a floor lamp, just a lamp on the ground, on the floor and nothing else in the room. Oh, and there was a standing fan in the corner because there was no AC. Now, again, I'm broke at this point. So like I'm not knocking a budget trip, you know, like I'm like, I get it. But this was far from

the vision that I had built up in my head of like a romantic Parisian vacation. And it's kind of like not the vision he pitched me. You know what I mean? So I sat my stuff down and I asked him where the bathroom was so I could pee and throw up. And he pointed me down the hall. I rushed down the hall. I go to open the door and it's locked and I'm a little confused I'm like oh this place is a little old like it's a little janky like maybe it's jammed and I'm like trying to like nudge in I'm like just give it a little kick and I then hear someone say one second please please. I heard a flush. The door opened and there was a man with long blonde hair just staring down at me. And my mind immediately started to fucking explode. I'm like, who is this human being? Is

this a setup? Does this man think I'm about to have a threesome with him on that nasty ass mattress with those red sheets how many threesomes have they had before I got here am I about to get kidnapped all of this was starting to feel so fucking off okay and then the man from the bathroom put out his hand and he said hey alex nice to meet you i'm your roommate for the week he proceeded to walk past me and said oh by the way you gotta hold he said oh by the way you gotta hold the flusher down for 10 seconds otherwise it clogs I'm in hell I'm in literal hell I just gave him a big thumbs up and I sprint into this little fucking bathroom I lock myself in and I just start ugly silent crying and staring at myself in the mirror like what have you fucking done you fucking idiot

I honestly remember like picture yourself again two men you've never met in your life I'm in the middle of Paris in this weird fucking apartment and I started to feel so overwhelmed and claustrophobic I had just flown across the world and the initial decision seemed so fun and adventurous and exciting but I started to freak the fuck out because I was starting to rationally think now that I was physically put now that I was physically here and I'm like holding down the flasher for 10 seconds like I was like oh I fucked up and I was so fucking mad at myself that I put myself in this situation. And again, I want to clarify, so far, like nothing horrible had happened. But these little moments, being stranded in the airport for over two hours, getting here, not having the warmest welcome,

and then also not knowing that like we have a roommate for the week. I just felt, I remember feeling so alone and anxious and I just wanted to go home and I hadn't even been with this person for 20 minutes and I was about to have to spend a week with him. Yes, I was there for a week, okay? So over the next 24 hours, we quickly learned how incompatible we were. He was becoming very snappy with me and I could tell he was just like overall very annoyed by my presence. Like all of the plans that we had discussed together over the phone, he no longer had any interest in. And it was just like, you know, when you're like, oh, like it's neither of us, I'm assuming like are bad. Well, I can speak for myself. I'm not a bad person. Okay. But giving like we hate like we just hated each other and we weren't saying it and we were trying to be cordial moments but like I would do things and he would like be so snappy at me or

like if I wanted a specific food he'd be like why do you like oh you eat that and I'm like it's a French onion soup like it's not that like like it just every little tiny morsel of something was a problem to him about me. And I remember it was our second night there and we were drinking and all of my friends were texting me asking, how is it? How is it? Oh my God. Is it like everything you dreamed? Like, are you you in love like I have my mom texting me asking for updates and I felt horrible I didn't know how to tell anyone what was going on and so I didn't say anything and again this is only now we're like 24 hours in and after multiple glasses of wine I like an idiot thought maybe if we physically connect it will bring us closer together and we will go back to the way that we were before I got here the way that we were texting and connecting because up

until this point now the second night of sleeping there we had not kissed like he literally wouldn't touch me the first night that we went to sleep on that mattress he turned over and like wouldn't even really look at me so and like to like I don't know why I don't know what happened I don't know maybe I showed up and he was like oh she's not as hot in person or like he hated my I don't know I don't know if it was my purse I don't know what it was but I naturally felt so fucking insecure and I was like what the fuck is happening? So that second night with some liquid courage, I went for it. I was like, there is no way I'm not going to make out with this person. We need to see if there's anything there. Like I didn't come to Paris to bunk up with two dudes and be miserable. Like, let's give it a go. Maybe if we like

physically connect, like all of a sudden it will be less awkward. And I'm not going to lie. Like when I look back, there inevitably was a tiny thing in the back of my head wondering, like, is he being mean and like annoyed with me because I haven't like physically connected with him yet? You know what I mean? And so you're like, maybe he's like grumpy and annoyed and like I need to make the initiative I don't know like I was all over the place and so one awkward thing led to another and we had sex and it was awful I remember honestly kind of blacking it out um The minute that we kissed, I knew this was not the right situation, but I kept going with it because again, I don't know, like I have to be with this man and sleep next to him every night for a week. Like I wanted it to get better. I was very hopeful, but I couldn't control my emotions about how I was feeling. And so in the middle of sex,

I started crying. And at first we were like in missionary. He didn't say anything. And I'm like crying. And he just kept having sex with me. And eventually he asked me why I was crying. And I lied. And I said it was just from the wine. Like I'm okay.

Like I get emotional on wine. Like it's totally fine. and we finished having sex and he ended up passing out immediately after we had sex and I went into the bathroom and I cried for hours I just felt so bad and off and not myself and I was so upset that I had sex with him thinking that I was going to solve fucking anything. And I felt weird and uncomfortable. Not that anything was like non-consensual that was happening. I just I had instigated it and I wanted it to work. But I just made everything worse in my head because now I felt more homesick.

And I was only 48 hours into this trip. And it was just becoming a nightmare. And I just wanted to leave. And I did not know what to do. And so now I know all of you at home watching this or listening are like wondering like why the fuck didn't I just go home? And I still to this day can't fully articulate why I didn't leave, which sadly I think is so fucking relatable for women. Like, why didn't you leave? Like you were uncomfortable. Like what did you think was going to change? Like, why did you stay? Like, I think as backwards as it sounds, because of how uncomfortable and awkward it was with this person, I didn't know what to do other than stay and suck it up.

Like I didn't want to make the other person feel more uncomfortable. So I tried to like appease the situation and make it better because staying and being miserable somehow felt easier than like pissing someone off and getting in this fight and like leaving and acknowledging how awkward it was. And since he wasn't saying anything, I was not going to say anything. like I don't know maybe only women will understand that but like like it is confusing and yet like it's not confusing at all like I feel like we've all been there where we're like I didn't really want to do that or I wasn't I wasn't really into it

but then like I did it because it's like why did you do it you're like I don't know like I didn't know how to get myself out of the situation and I'm like in an apartment with these two men and like he had already been being snappy it was just it was awful it was a bad situation after that night we never physically connected again and I made up a bunch of excuses and lied that I was feeling sick and like all this random shit and the rest of the trip was fucking miserable and he would argue with me he made me feel stupid for wanting to go sightsee and explore he was very hot and cold with me and somehow I ended up paying for fucking everything and I actually first and like I know like the money I don't want to like harp on too much but like again like I was so fucking broke and this trip was proposed to me like everything would be taken care of and not in

like a sugar daddy way but just like a I didn't have a fucking job and I made that very clear to him on top of that I actually ended up being so fucking happy towards the end of this trip that the roommate was there so I didn't have to be alone with him like almost every single dinner or anything we all ended up doing together, we would bring him. And it was kind of just like an unsaid thing. And I invited him every single time. But it was like, oh, what time are we all leaving?

And it was kind of I just like wanted him there. Also, a good buffer ended up being my vlog. I use that as an excuse to leave and go do my own thing in moments. So that kind of like helped ease moments where I was like wanting to get out and go and be alone. But overall, the remainder of the week was hell. And when it was time to leave for the airport, he called us an Uber. I will never forget this moment. He called us an Uber and I did not want to go with him.

But he was like, our flights are literally 15 minutes apart. Like we should just drive together. And again, he's still not acknowledging that, like, this has been hell. He's just being weird as fuck to me and, like, rude. And I did not want to upset him. So I just kind of, like, played the game and, like, played it out for the whole week. And I was, like, just waiting to get home. So we're on the highway. And we are in this Uber.

And we've been sitting in silence for the entire trip. And he turns to me and he goes, you need to Venmo me for half of this ride. And I look at him in shock because again, up until this point, I have been paying for everything. I paid for this motherfucker's crepes. I paid to get into the Louvre. Like, and I literally say, are you kidding me? And he goes, no. So I Venmo'd him for the whole fucking trip. I paid for the entire car ride and my bank account was officially completely overdrawn because in my head I was like, fuck you. It was almost like a pride thing that I was like, at this point, I've spent so much fucking money on this trip. I don't even know how I'm going to like, what I'm going to do when I've spent so much fucking money on this trip I don't even know how I'm gonna like what I'm gonna do when I get back to the United States but I want to take fucking

nothing from you and I want to never see you again so we pulled up to the I didn't say any of that that was in my head I was like okay Venmo like literally like a little bitch just like here you go he tells the driver to drop him off first. And I was like, wait, my terminal is A and yours is C. Like the car is going to pass A. Like I should just get out before you. Like, please drop me off first. And he argued with me and it was like, no. And the driver, thank fucking God, rolled his eyes. I could see him in the rear view mirror, roll his eyes. And he just let me go first. I'm like, what is wrong with you? Like, you're this miserable human being. I want to get the fuck out of here. And when I pulled up to the terminal, I got out. He didn't say bye. He didn't help me with my bags. Nothing. He said

nothing. And I walked away hoping to never see or hear from this man again. Unfortunately, little did I know that I would be reminded of this guy for the next five years of my life. Because... so I'm back in New York City and I had started to forget about Paris man and just really wanted to put that trip behind me and I was starting to get really excited about starting at Barstool in a couple of weeks and I was feeling in a better place in life. And I remember one night I was sitting in my bedroom and I got a call from my women's health center. And my doctor told me that my results came back in for my recent yearly exam. And lo and behold, I had an STD. I had contracted HPV. I immediately felt sick to my stomach because I knew who I got it from. I knew it was him. I hadn't slept with anyone else since him. And I broke into tears. I was so emotional that out of all of the sexual experiences in my life and all of the people like

him he was the one to give me a fucking std like you've got to be fucking kidding me and my whole experience right was like bad enough and the cherry on top was that I got a fucking std from this man like I was mortified I had tried to STD from this man. Like I was mortified. I had tried to put this guy behind me and now I was dealing with this. And so I reached out to him and he confirmed that his ex-girlfriend did in fact have HPV. And he proceeded to tell me that the strand that she had was one of the kinds that the vaccine does not protect you from. I remember when he told me the entire room started spitting and I felt like I was going to fucking vomit and I just started hysterically crying. I felt so hurt and embarrassed and disgusted. And on top of all of that, I had told my friends and my mom that I had never slept with this man. And when I look back as to like why I didn't tell my friends, because historically with like anything sexual or emotional or kind of anything,

like I've always felt very comfortable talking to my friends about those type of topics, even if it was a disaster. But I think it was genuinely more for me so that I could try to forget it ever happened and just kind of like wipe my hands clean and like dissociate from that experience and not telling my friends was me. It was me being able to act like it wasn't real like it never happened and so like an idiot I ignored the diagnosis and I felt so paralyzed by the information that he gave me about his ex that I basically just accepted that I was going to have this for the rest of my life and I was screwed and I fucked myself and like I know this sounds

really fucked up but I also just couldn't help but be so annoyed that I got this from someone like who not only who I didn't love like but someone I actually like despised like I know that sounds weird but it's like if you're in this like romantic thing and you get it from someone you love I don't know like I don't know it just it just made it even worse and so every single pap smear for the next four years came back HPV positive and every year I got the call and read the test results online, I was brought back to that trip and that experience and that memory. And so fast forward, I moved to like a new clinic and I get a new doctor and I did my yearly and she asked me how long I've had HPV and I say about four years now and she said I really recommend that you get a colopscopy now for those of you who don't know what a colopscopy is, I hope you never have to

get one. But I will tell you, when you have a pap smear that comes back irregular multiple times, they recommend this procedure where they essentially biops a little part of your cervix so that they can examine it in the lab and see if further steps need to be taken. So I went in for this procedure. I still hadn't told my mom or any of my friends. And most importantly, I hadn't told Matt. At this point, Matt and I were starting to get serious and we were dating. And for the first time, it just sucked because I could really envision a future with a man. And so I had just posed it like I was going for a normal checkup to like my friends and my mom and Matt and everything. But I was so fucking emotional going through all of this alone because I think at that point I really wanted to tell people like I really really did but I had I feel like people will understand this

like I had been keeping it to myself for so fucking long like I didn't even know how to talk about it I didn't even know how to bring it up I didn't want to relive and tell the Paris story and then have to be like I did lie I actually had sex with him and I think I didn't want to relive and tell the Paris story and then have to be like, I did lie. I actually had sex with him. And I think I was just scared to vocalize one of my biggest fears, which was the possibility that this mistake I made years ago was going to impact my fertility. And I was extremely emotional because Matt was the first person I had dated that had me realize I even wanted to have kids I for a while growing up like really doubted if I wanted to have children and Matt was the first person that I was like oh my god without a doubt I want to have children with this man so a week and a half later my test results came back from the colopscopy and

my doctor called me and told me that she was concerned about the HPV. She said she would recommend that I get a leap procedure. So I immediately Googled it and I'm trying to understand like, what is a leap procedure like how invasive is it like will I have downtime like I just went down a spiral mentally and emotionally and I just started to break down and I was also just like so exhausted from carrying this information by myself for so long and also because of the experience that I associated with it so I remember I got to a breaking point when I knew I needed to go in for the sleep procedure that I finally told Lauren and I just told her everything. We were like having

wine one night and I like had like my second glass and I like just fucking started bawling. And I told her everything. I told her about Paris. I told her how scared I was. I told her I didn't know what to do. I was terrified about this procedure that like I couldn't fully understand. And I was reading online about it. And like so many people are saying like, I'll be fine. Then there are so many people that say like it's super painful and like traumatizing. Like I was just very confused. And most importantly, I was freaking out because all I wanted to do was tell Matt, but I was afraid of how he would react. This was a new relationship and we had just started dating and it's awkward to be like,

yeah, I have an STD and you should go get checked. And we were like starting to get more serious. So I was like, this is like not what I want to do and not what I want to bring up. But I knew I was going to have to be honest about it. So I scheduled my leap procedure. And that night I told Matt we were having dinner at his house. And I remember like I was so nervous I like went to the bathroom like 10 times like looking myself in the mirror like practicing like how you know when you're doing that though when you're like I need to like I'm randomly bringing this thing up like what's the good in like what's a good time like when he's cleaning the dishes or like when we're on the couch again like I didn't know um and so I was just embarrassed and I told him Matt I'm really embarrassed but I need to be honest with you and I want to tell you something and I told him

everything and he couldn't have been more loving and understanding and supportive that's like note to self you guys half the time we think that someone's gonna like judge us it's like they're actually gonna be like okay I'm here for you love you and I'm like oh fuck and he had actually told me that he had gone um for like his yearly stuff and he didn't have anything so I immediately felt better I was like oh my god thank god I didn't spread this to you so when the day of my leap procedure came around he drove me to my appointment came with me sat with me held my hand while I filled out my paperwork and the doctor came over and because of COVID restrictions unfortunately those restrictions were still in place when we were dating and they said unless he's your husband he can't come into the room and so I went in alone and I was scared and I want to normalize that for

women because doctors speak to you so matter-of-factly and directly and like unless you're one of the lucky ones who finds a doctor who who has like some warmth and empathy it is like so fucking scary and unfortunately for this procedure I didn't have one of those doctors at the time and so I got undressed and I put on the robe thing and I got on the procedure table and the doctor handed me essential oils to hold and to smell and she said verbatim you may want to hold these up to your nose during the procedure because it's going to smell like flesh is burning off. Like. I love doctors, but some it's like, what the fuck?

So I immediately start freaking out. I have like a really bad I don't have a good pain tolerance. Like I'm obviously now I'm 10 times more scared when she says this to me I'm like oh my fucking god and for 20 to 30 minutes I laid on the table and I sobbed and the sound is like a like a saw like it sounds like they're saw it it smells like they're and the sound is like you're they're sawing off your skin a piece of you inside and I remember just like laying there and all of the emotions were going through my mind I was just so mad at myself why did you have sex with this person look at what you're having to now do to your body like it was awful and I just sobbed I literally was laying there and just tears were

like rolling down my face and they the noise was so fucking loud like it was just awful it was awful um and I remember they basically gave me like a diaper to wear home because I was bleeding and they said that I would bleed for the next couple of days. And I remember walking out and seeing Matt standing in the waiting room and he was like, it was so cute. He was like waiting and he knew how nervous I was and he came over and he hugged me and I just like fell into his arms. So the goal of the leap procedure was to take off a layer of my cervix and hope that the next time went in for my pap smear six months later and I was trying to not overthink it but obviously was hoping that it would come back normal and I could put this behind me but also had had conversations with Matt about just like what if I still have it and I will say like you know you have the right partner ladies when they

don't give a fuck and they are just there to support you and love you and it doesn't matter because Matt was so loving and was like I love you like I I you're I already know like you're the love of my life I want to marry you one day like I'm here like we are going to figure this out. And it made me feel so much better in the waiting process, knowing that like he didn't like think less of me or whatever. Like I know like SCDs have like a connotation. And so I remember where I was sitting. I was sitting, I just pulled into my driveway and I'm sitting in my car and I got a call from my doctor and I answer the phone I'm like shaking I'm just waiting and praying and I fucking hate when

doctors do that they're like hi Alex like how are you and I'm like I'm fucking good like tell me tell me tell me and they're like so we got your results I'm'm like, hurry up. And she said, Alex, I want to share with you, you are HPV free. And I remember I just started crying. The whole episode, I'm just like, I've been crying through all of this. But it's emotional. Like, it's fucking terrifying. Like I feel like growing up, like I really didn't have an understanding of fertility and my body. And like, I didn't, I don't know.

I just feel like I didn't, maybe I didn't pay attention enough in health class, but like, I feel like they didn't cover this enough. Like, I'm like, I never really learned about this. And so there's all, half of the fear is the unknown. Like, I don't know what I've, of course I researched HPV and I researched all this stuff, but like, there's also just the unknown. And so I remember when I got this news from my doctor, I just started sobbing tears of like happiness, but also like sadness of like how long this journey was of like, and how

long I kept it to myself and how long I struggled with this and I was just so fucking relieved but also I don't know it just it was a very weird time I bet this wasn't the story that you expected after all the years I'm sure you thought it was about to be like dick hopping through Paris and like doing cartwheels on the dick and like craziness but I wanted to share this story with you guys for so many reasons. First of all, I have made so many dumb and naive decisions in my life and I will continue to make mistakes in my life. But something I know I will never do again, or at least try not to do again, is carry the burden of a difficult time alone. And I want to emphasize this to every single person listening to this podcast right now.

If you are struggling with something, please, for the love of God, do not struggle alone. And I want to speak directly to specifically my single girls, because when I look back at that time in my life, when you are single as a woman, there is a beautiful pride and independence that you hopefully will form. And you get very, very, very scary, sometimes good at relying on yourself. And while all these things are what I want for you, and I was so proud and am proud of myself for being confident and like secure with myself in those moments and being like, I can handle this on my own. It doesn't make you weak to ask for help. When I was thinking about telling this story, it just made me realize and even sitting here

and talking about it, it's like I'm realizing we're so hard on ourselves and it's almost impossible in moments to zoom out and see the big picture when you are in the thick of a really difficult situation that is putting pressure on you emotionally and maybe even physically. And so the moment you tell someone who you trust in your life, you are immediately opening yourself up for someone to carry the burden with you. Like I remember when I told Lauren, I literally felt so much fucking better. Like I knew, this is also it. I know Lauren cannot take it away from me. I know if this is going to affect me or my fertility or if I'm going to get cancer from this, that's on me.

But having a fucking loving human being there to emotionally hold space for me helped me so fucking much. When I think back to going into the colopscopy by myself, it makes me so fucking sad because I didn't want to do that alone. Any one of my girlfriends would have been there for me. They would have gotten on a plane for me, would have laid in bed with me and watched a movie after movie after movie with me. They would have checked in on me. They would have taken care of me. But for some reason, I didn't allow anyone to support me and I think a big part of that was shame like as women the word and the concept and the feeling of shame it is it's it's literally in everything

we do all day every day it is ever present right like maybe as you get older it gets a little better but I don't really think really um it just maybe looks a little bit different or you know how to handle it a little bit differently but it's still there and so I just want to say to my younger self and to every woman watching and listening like that we need to give ourselves more grace. There was no reason for me to sit for years and beat myself up. I was having a goddamn near panic attack every time I went to the gyno for years. I was storing so much fucking stress in my body. And like, yes, while I was like anxious about the HPV, when I look back back more of the anxiety was really coming from the shame I felt of sleeping with this person like the shame of maybe I did deserve this trust

me that went through my head like you felt so uncomfortable why did you sleep with him this is your fault you should have known better of course a random guy is going to give you a fucking std alex like it makes me so sad that like my head went there but we do get so down on ourselves as women especially when it involves anything sexual and it's not lost on me like i know there are some dense people that will see a clip of this episode on TikTok and the comments will say like, oh, she's just like a ran through whore. Like, why did you sleep with him? You use a condom next time. First of all, you fucking idiots. A condom can fucking break. How many women have had that where they're like, oh, it broke. Like, yeah. I just wish people would acknowledge and start to listen and accept the extremely complicated sexual experiences that women go through, period.

And that's why I'm also telling the story today. It's not lost on me that there will be articles of like, Alex Cooper, HPV. But if I don't talk about this, I know there's so many of you sitting at home that are like freaking out, like with something that you have or something going on, or there's someone that is treating you wrong, or there's something you can't get out of and you don't want to speak up. Like sometimes there's power imbalances. Sometimes you're scared and you don't know how to get yourself out of the situation. Sometimes you're just hoping maybe like this is what will get the guy to actually like you. Like there's so much shit that goes through our fucking heads. And why do we feel like disgusting whores when men hear that we have a past?

Why is it okay for men to have a body count of 100? But if you have more than 10, it's like, whoa, she's so easy. Why is it okay for men to be like, oh, they're just getting it out of their system. They're just like, they need to get out of their system. But women need to have a perfect fucking track record. It's infuriating. Why are women so judged like viscerally when we get an STD? Newsflash, I didn't get it from God. I got it from a man. I got it from the penis that went inside of me. Like it takes two. A man had to have had an STD for me to get it. But I'm the whore. But it's on me. Like it's just,

it's not fair. It's not fair how we treat women versus men in this category. And I know it's never been. And I know that this is not like a revolutionary statement but it is important to acknowledge the fallout of what this does to women like I'm sitting here and I I would consider myself a pretty confident outspoken woman like I feel very fortunate the household that I was raised in my mother was like very, very focused on making sure my siblings and I would like speak up for ourselves. Like, I feel like I had like the best chance that I could to be someone that speaks up in these moments. And then you're fucking in them and you fucking don't. It's like every woman that is getting sexually harassed in the workplace.

And it's like, well, why, well, why didn't you say something? And it's like, cause he's going to get angry. Cause I'm going to lose my job. Like there's so many complexities. And I realized as I was telling the story today, it's important to talk about shame as corny as it sounds. It's not fucking corny. Like this is our lived experiences, ladies. Like shame can fucking ripple effect into not feeling confident or safe enough to speak up, not feeling comfortable to leave a situation, not feeling secure and doubting yourself. And I know that these feelings that I am describing are experienced by women in a variety of situations and severities, right? Like my situation today could be child's play to what you're going through. Or someone could be experiencing something that like you could say is like not as intense as my situation. Regardless, you're fucking going through it. We have all

experienced this concept in some shape or form. Sorry. Welcome to my TED Talk. I'm getting angry. But like, it is upsetting. And it's a really hard, like, unsaid thing that women have to go through of like this shame and this like, I even watch it on reality television shows. The women getting held to a different standard than the men.

And it's like, what is this? It's just, I don't know well today is my birthday happy birthday Alex um I turned 30 years old today and I feel proud of the work that I've put in to get to a place where I can, you know, reflect on my past without judgment and feel comfortable to put this out to millions of people. And I'm proud of the compassion that I have for my younger self. And I still know I have work to do and room to grow in that department like I still have trust me roll my eyes and like wonder why I did certain things

but I feel so much more in control of my life and my ability to speak up for myself and I know that every single woman watching call her daddy is capable of the same exact thing what I realized more and more as I've grown up is that as complicated as it is like being a woman is beautiful and it is fulfilling and we have so much power but sometimes it doesn't fucking feel like it and I think in order to like fully lean in and embrace being a woman and embrace that power like something I've been thinking a lot about recently and again like I am not fucking perfect but and sorry to go on this rant but I have just been like seeing so much shit recently in people's comments and like TikTok is a scary place but like women need to fucking rally together more often and around each other and support each other and

not tear each other down. Like we all fucking see it. I just said it. A man can do the same fucking thing as a woman and a woman is going to get so much more fucking hate. And the problem is you go on the internet and you look at people's comment sections. It's other women. Like women are tearing other women down. They're like, oh, you're this. Oh, you're this. Like you rarely see a man in the comments being like, oh my gosh, like you are blah, blah, blah. Like it's, it's, it's, it makes me so sad because we've all been conditioned to look at each other so judgmentally and critically and competitively instead of just like supporting and knowing we're always going to be the fucking underdogs. So let's try to fucking help each other and find a positive.

So going into my 30s, I have not been perfect. I have not always been like, oh, women, I'm behind you. I love you. Of course, there are moments that I found myself like either shit talking or dragging or just like making a dumb fucking decision that now I look back and I'm like, why did I do that? But I do think that this next decade of my life, and this is why I love having a podcast because half of me saying this is just for me to like put this in a document somewhere and remember it for myself. But like, I want to dedicate myself to supporting women in a more active way because if we actually want change and progress and we want to be treated more equally and we

want to see women win and thrive it starts with us treating ourselves that way treating other women that way. Because it's dawned on me recently, now that I'm entering my 30s, that we're the next generation to raise children. And if I have a daughter one day, I don't want her to have an experience where she doesn't come forward looking for help and support because she's overwhelmed with shame. I want her to feel confident enough and brave enough to ask for help. And I want her to feel confident enough and brave enough to ask for help. And I want her to know it's okay to mess up. We all have, and we all will again. So sorry for getting a little sappy there, Daddy Gang. But I just know how many women are tuning in every week to this. And I love to have fun. and I love to talk about the juicy goss but I feel

I don't know I just feel like we can get stuck if we don't start to have these conversations and I don't want any woman listening to this to next time you feel uncomfortable like I'm not saying that you're gonna get up and leave I'm actually saying that's part of the problem like we're so trained and conditioned to make men feel comfortable that like you're probably gonna stay that's the reality but the first step is at least when you do get home if you are someone that wasn't able to immediately leave tell your fucking friend or your mom or someone you're close with or a co-worker like it just will make it easier to start fucking speaking

up for yourself and so I look at younger Alex and I I don't cry about it anymore but I'm so grateful that I'm able to now look at that experience whether I still had fucking HPV to this day or not I'm so fucking proud that I was able to turn that situation and stop fucking blaming myself for something that everyone fucking does. If you have an STD and you are sitting at home and you're upset right now,

it's like, oh, you're so irresponsible. Shut the fuck up. Every single person that's fucking on this planet, how many people are not using condoms? And yet again, I said the condom always fucking breaks, right? So something, somewhere, you're just getting the shit end of the fucking luck right and so don't be hard on yourself like you're

this dirty grimy human being like someone may have been having 10 times more sex than you and they just happen to not come across someone with an STD like it's a fucking chance game and don't be hard on yourself and I love you daddy gang and happy birthday to all my Leos. I wonder if you have the same birthday as me. Like, DM me. Love ya. And I'm going to be in the Hamptons this weekend celebrating my birthday, which I'm very excited about.

And it's really an unwell event that we're throwing. And then I'm just like celebrating my birthday while I'm there. And I'm excited. I'm going to have a couple surprise friends that maybe you'll see on social media, wink, wink, that you love. They'll be there. And yeah, a new decade of my life is officially starting. So I got a lot of work to do. Okay, daddy gang. I love you. I will see you fuckers next Wednesday. Goodbye.