I had just ditched my friends to catch a ride back home with the handsome older man who had dropped us off—he had seen us waiting for a cab and offered to give us a ride.
On the trip back, he was very elusive and seemed to want to know more about me than he was willing to give up about himself. He was bald, fair complexion, around five-foot-seven and wore these cute square rimless glasses. He smelled delicious; he was fashionably trendy and he wasn’t bad looking either. We were talking so much that he drove past where he was supposed to drop me off. Somehow, I was not worried; the conversation was flowing and I was relaxed.
We finally arrived at a spot I guess he had in his mind all along, and we parked on a small bridge. The spot was a little private, so the likelihood of being disturbed was minimal.
As he started to relax, he rolled up his sleeves, exposing his gold Rolex and a rolled marijuana joint he had stashed somewhere in the pickup. That was the first time I felt conflicted. Although I didn’t know him very well, I had an image in my head of what he’d be like and smoking marijuana didn’t really fit with that image.
We started talking again and he asked, “What do you want to do with your life?” He was so relaxed about the question, as if he had asked it many times. I began to tell him I had just started modelling, but I was doing it more because everyone else thought that’s what I should be doing. He asked, “What is it that YOU want to do?”
I replied, “I want to go back to school. I want to get a degree in something because I want to do so much with my life for my family and for myself.”
He asked who I lived with and I told him my mom and several other siblings. He asked if I was in a relationship, and I told him I was single. His next statement completely took me by surprise. “I will send you back to school and I will do my best to make sure you want for nothing,” he said as he stared into the distance, almost as if he was in deep thought about what he was saying. “But you have to prove your worth to me before you can be in my inner circle,” he continued, “which consists of my wife and my adopted daughter. Then I will make sure that you have everything you’ve ever wanted and needed.” I was stunned. In all my years, I had never had such a proposition.
This man had only met me a couple hours ago, and it seemed like he trusted what I was saying. He didn’t even really know if I was lying about being single or not. I realized then and there that when a man meets a woman, he knows almost instantly if she’s going to be a one night stand, or a three-year affair, or maybe even longer. I had never had an offer like that before, but I was intrigued.