Being spoiled was new to me, but it was a feeling that I grew to love. At the age of 22, I was barely starting to grow into my own skin, and as a college student living at home, I longed for privacy, financial stability, and a job that would allow me to sustain the luxurious life that I wanted. I thought graduation would be my out, but it actually turned out to be my older man, Derrick.
I had dated various men throughout my college years, but at the end of the day, they were all the same. Most of the guys were students who were serious about their education, so it was hard to ever get serious about our relationship, which never seemed to last more than a few dates. And the relationship—if you can even call it that—was never anything worth raving about. A lot of the times I ended up having to pay for the date, open my own doors, and drive myself to our meeting place, which was usually a boring coffee shop, fast food joint, or their dorm room.
To make matters even worse, the sex was always predictable. It’s like all college men read the same sex handbook. No matter how many guys I went out with, it always ended with me feeling the same way: bored, unsatisfied, and never stimulated.
Everything changed when I started dating Derrick, a rich, older man that I had met while working at a restaurant. He was the perfect gentleman. I used to tell him that I felt like he was “everything I didn’t know existed.” Not only was he mature and financially stable, but he always made me his priority, and treated me like a lady. I never had to pay for dates, and he always opened the door for me.
Unlike the other men that I had been with, Derrick was like an open book—there was nothing this man did not tell me. There were no childish games because his communication was flawless and precise; he meant what he said and said what he meant. He was a well-established businessman who lacked nothing, and because he lacked nothing, neither did I.
Being taken care of financially was something I had to get used to. One of the first outrageous, over-the-top things Derrick did for me when we started dating was pay off a speeding ticket that I had lying around. It was a pretty hefty fine too, since I didn’t have any proof of insurance at the time.
When he first brought up the idea of paying off the ticket for me, I immediately told him that I could not take his money, that it was too much. No matter how much I objected, Derrick kept insisting that he was doing it because he wanted to, and that it was one of the perks of being financially stable. He could do things he wanted and take care of the people he cared about because he had the means to do so. Paying off my ticket was just the beginning…