The Chainsmokers: Cheating, Threesomes & Toxic Exes (FBF)

Daddy gang, it’s your founding father Alex Cooper—mics up, bring it in close, I want every breath—today the Chainsmokers are here, a little jittery, we cheers, we laugh, and we settle in.

We met when I was finishing school and Alex’s first partner left; our manager introduced us, I took the bus down, met both guys in a club, and prayed it was Alex. Next day he texted, I showed up, and we dove right into what we wanted: build a huge act, work like animals, then use that platform for other passions. I quit my gallery desk job and moved; it was a blind‑date energy that turned into a decade‑long partnership.

Drew goes deep and I move fast across lots of ground; he’s allergic to texting so I’ll pick up threads for us. We’ve had brotherly blowups—one wild club night in Europe went sideways—but we always fix it, and we’ve talked about getting coaching to keep sharpening how we work.

Alex cracks outrageous one‑liners out of nowhere and remembers every face and detail; I’ll stay up bonding with one person while he’s keeping a hundred relationships alive. It works: he’s the hyper‑connector, I’m the long‑form hang.

Our fans are mellow and kind, which we love; I even ran with a fake wild fan story for years because interviewers begged for chaos—told it so well it made it to Larry King. Your listeners hand you vibrators; ours mostly say hi, snap a pic, and dip.

Before big shows we keep the day ordinary, maybe a workout, a little tequila, our quick handshake, then go. If one of us is cooked, the other pushes harder; we don’t amplify nerves, we just read each other and carry the set.

By the end of twenty nineteen we were cooked—albums, Vegas to Europe ping‑pong, then a long arena run—and we needed a reset. We’ve sacrificed weekends, weddings, and normal life; now in our thirties we’re aligned on dialing balance with clearer communication.

We’re relentless and competitive, but we still feel like we’re just getting started—heavy imposter vibes at times. The trick is staying grateful while making space for real life, because chasing only wins can leave you looking back wondering what you missed.

I’ve chilled out a lot; I used to be driven by insecurity and it made me less present. Now I’m more appreciative and generous, and hosting people brings me joy.

Losing my dad young snapped my focus; I started writing lists and grinding from an unpaid‑feeling gallery job and broke DJ nights. Seeing this life materialize made me breathe, feel proud, and want to push further, but I also choose partners with their own thing, not just a plus‑one to our world.

My current relationship started as the worst first date ever; months later we kept bumping into each other and it clicked. We never tell the other guy “ditch your partner” out of the blue; you wait until he opens up—the red flag is thinking, “they just don’t get it,” when really you don’t want to see it.

Best breakup saga: an ex plugged in my dog‑treat camera and watched my kitchen like a stakeout while at a film festival; I caught the setup on home security, almost staged a fake proposal to spook her, then just called it. Older story: found messages about peeing on Craigslist clients to fund a habit—sad, surreal, and strangely a cleaner exit than murky half‑truths; and no, snooping isn’t healthy unless your gut is screaming.

Before the band I did college and club promoting, which taught me how to keep connections alive; Alex can somehow run full conversations in a club without hearing a word. Our “types” evolved—used to date people orbiting the scene, now we’re with women who have their own worlds. He’s a clean break guy; I’m more likely to stay friendly with exes.

We’ve both been cheated on—sometimes you just feel it before you can prove it—and when you finally do, it’s almost a relief. Don’t build conspiracy boards off past wounds; trust your instincts and ask for clarity.

Best sex for me was spontaneous with zero pressure and rare, perfect chemistry; that ease can beat high‑stakes first times with someone you really like. Hooking up with diehards in merch isn’t our thing, but yes, people pitch threesomes; it happened a few times early on, often overseas and unplanned, back when we shared tiny rooms.

Turn‑ons: confidence and clarity—say what you want and lead with it, and you can be both confident and submissive. Women who dress brilliantly impress us; style as thoughtfulness is hot, even if we’re not always nailing fits.

To the women listening: being yourself and building something that inspires others is the win; seeing you own that reminds us why we do this. You’re amazing—thank you, Chainsmokers, for pulling up, and thanks for hanging with Caller Daddy.