Red House, Blue Door

Get this. The other day I'm with Lolo and her friend Kate... eating lunch. It was the first time I'd really met Kate, and I eventually ended up telling her about my house that I was previously building and my ex Mr. Psychiatrist. Though I just used his first name. For the purposes of this conversation I'll call him Eli. Here's the conversation:

Kate: Wait, your house is on Street X, and your ex boyfriend's name is Eli?

Me: Yeah, why?

Kate: Omigod. Is he a psychiatrist?

Me: Um, yes....

Kate: Omigod.

Me: Uh, what?

Kate: He dated my best friend. And he was awful to her. And he had a girlfriend the whole time that he lived with, and she didn't know.

Me: Um. Ok. When was this?

Kate: 2008

Me: (having heart failure) We were together in 2008. And 2007 and 2009.

Kate: (looking like she was going to pass out)... you have a red house with a blue door, right?

Me: No. No? No I don't! Yellow house. (At this point tears of relief start flowing... panic subsides)

I immediately knew who she was talking about. In my freak out I forgot that there is a neighbor two doors down with a red house and a blue door, owned by another psychiatrist named Eli.

Whoa. Close one.