One day, I got a random e-mail from Victor—the friend I had met online and kept in contact with—saying he’d lost his phone at the bottom of a pool and wanted to talk, and to e-mail him my number so he could call. “There’s that boyish immaturity creeping up again,” I thought to myself. I e-mailed him my number and we started talking. He wanted to meet for drinks, but I was very tired of the bar scene, since I worked at a bar in a strip club. My older sugar daddy, Marco, was scheduled to travel midweek again to Austin, so I invited Victor to come over then.
About an hour after we made plans to meet that following Wednesday, I got a random text from Victor, reading, “I think you are amazingly beautiful and I want you.”
We had never had that kind of relationship, so his comment totally threw me off. I figured it was a mistake, so I shrugged it off. “You texted the wrong person, goof,” I replied.
Much to my surprise, Victor responded pretty quickly with, “No, I didn’t.” I didn’t know what to say; here’s this guy who I’ve only met in person once before, coming on to me and making me feel wanted, exciting my senses and intriguing my mind.
We texted each other non-stop for the next two days, and we talked about virtually everything. Victor didn’t care about my situation with Marco or where it stood, and I honestly didn’t care if he was clumsy or a bit immature—the attention he gave me was actually refreshing. Wednesday couldn’t come fast enough, so when it finally did, I wanted to be prepared.
Was I really about to cheat on my sugar daddy, and in his house? No, I didn’t think I could do it. But if I did, I bet that would surely solidify the end of this relationship, something I had been trying to do for a while. After all, Marco had Karen in Toronto, whom he regularly cheated on me with, but because he provided so much for me, I just accepted it as fact. So, why not have a little fun myself? Little did I know how quickly it would blow up in my face…