So, it began. My older man Marco flew out early Monday morning and I started my new job as a strip club bartender that night. I trained four nights that week and made less than half of what the dancers admitted to making, but more than what I made working full-time for two weeks at the grocery store. That was good enough for me, although between school, my work, and Marco’s travel, the house was empty and lonely. So, after some coaxing, Marco and I got a dog, a big dog. He weighed more than me, but was great for me while Marco was away.
After the first month, I was making half of what Marco brought home, which impressed him. He started seeing me as being equal and independent from him, and as I was progressing in school, I began shopping for more business-appropriate attire, which he liked me to wear when we were out. He thought it lessened the looks and questions from strangers about our relationship.
After the second month, I was wearing much more revealing clothing, but still only bartending. That month, I made as much as Marco did, but it was all cash. The clientele and girls were fun to talk to, they accepted my age-gap relationship, and questioned why I was even working if he treated me so well. I started banking my money and paying more and more of my own expenses; I even purchased my own car outright and began contributing to the household utilities.
Each month, Marco was consistently impressed with my earnings, even as we headed into the holidays. This seemed to be a measurement of equality for him. He was impressed with my responsibility handling the cash, making my way into being an independent young woman who no longer needed him. It was at this time that he apologized to me. He said he was sorry for telling me I would never be the woman he desires, because standing in front of him was a respectable young woman earning her own way, making it through school, and managing her life well. He was proud of me, and now he was ready for more.
Marc told me he wanted to marry me. I was shocked, but extremely happy, as it’s what I had wanted all along. The very next day we went ring shopping, I picked out a very unique interlocking ring set that was specific to my taste in jewelry. It wasn’t a very expensive set, maybe $7,000 total, so he bought it on the spot, although he didn’t actually propose until about a month later. And it was hardly the proposal every girl dreams of…