The One Sign I Got That Told Me It Was Time to Start Looking for a New Sugar Daddy: Part 1

The Stet­son man was still in Europe, and I still had no con­tact with him. I con­vinced myself that he was show­ing the bar­ber a great time—after all, he did cheat on me with her. The Greek God kept phon­ing. I didn’t answer—all I could hear in the back of my mind was Smack telling me that he had mul­ti­ple mis­tresses and that I was just another one of them. So, I decided that if I was going to keep this man’s atten­tion, I had to make him think he was going to have to work for my attention.

The night I spent danc­ing and gam­bling with the Greek God made me real­ize that the uni­verse might be pro­vid­ing me with a sugar daddy replace­ment for the Stet­son man. I don’t believe in coincidences—everything hap­pens for a rea­son. The Greek God’s world was a big, new world and I just might be will­ing to walk right in. Play­ing this game was going to be a stretch, but if I played my cards right, I would come out the winner.

There was a knock at the door. I opened it, and there stood a lit­tle man behind the biggest bou­quet of mixed flow­ers I had ever seen.  Each one of the flow­ers had rhine­stones in them. I couldn’t wait to see what this was about. As I read the card, my mind raced. “Princess, allow me to make your dreams come true.” I hadn’t been tak­ing the Greek God’s calls, so he got my atten­tion with gifts, a huge bou­quet of flow­ers, to be exact. I was impressed. I tipped the deliv­ery man and smiled as I set the flow­ers down on my cof­fee table. I spent the rest of the morn­ing look­ing at the flow­ers and think­ing about the Greek God. It was the first time in weeks I wasn’t sweat­ing over the Stet­son man.

Later in the day, I decided I would finally answer the call from the Greek God. He asked if I had received any­thing today. I smiled to myself and thanked him. I explained the flow­ers were beau­ti­ful. In return, he expressed his inter­est in see­ing me and talk­ing in per­son. As I lis­tened to him, I knew in my gut that I shouldn’t be act­ing so avail­able. I told him that I had plans for the next few days, but by the week­end was open. He was delighted. “It’s a date then,” he said. The Greek God explained that I would again hear from his sec­re­tary, or as he said, “My admin­is­tra­tive assistant.”

I tried to keep myself busy over the next cou­ple of days. I couldn’t over­think this—but I had to be ready with a well-laid plan to use on this guy. He wasn’t just the aver­age, run of the mill man. He owned a pro ball team and could be with any­one he wanted. At this point in time, it seemed he wanted me, and I was going to make sure that he con­tin­ued to want me. I was going to prove to myself, and to Smack, that I could tame this man. And besides, this kept me too busy to think about the Stet­son man.

The phone call from the Greek God’s sec­re­tary came with full instruc­tions. I was to be at the air­port at a spe­cific time, dressed casu­ally for the flight. The Greek God was meet­ing me at the air­port with a sur­prise planned…