The day started out as planned; I packed my stuff and headed to the airport for another travel date with my secret sugar daddy, the Greek God. After downing a glass or two of wine at the airport bar, I boarded the plane, only to order a few more glasses and strike up a conversation with the handsome gentleman sitting next to me. By the time we landed, I had clearly had too much.
I couldn’t believe that I had gotten drunk on a plane with a complete stranger. This was so unlike me. The Greek God was personally picking me up for the airport, so I had to get my act together. The handsome stranger must have realized that I had indulged in too much wine on the flight and helped me with my carry-on. I stumbled through the breezeway toward the terminal. When we arrived inside, the stranger handed me my luggage and wished me luck. Looking back on this moment, I wondered what he must have thought of me.
I finally managed to get to the ladies’ room. I pulled out my phone and reviewed my instructions from the Greek God’s secretary. I still couldn’t believe he was meeting me personally; he usually just sent a driver. His secretary had sent me what was pretty much an itinerary; it included times, dates, required clothing, and a bunch of other details. Traveling with my first sugar daddy, the Stetson man, who also happened to be my current boyfriend, was so different. Prior to each trip, we would discuss and plan out our free time together according to each city and what it had to offer.
Immediately, I decided to change my high-heeled boots. I would tower over the Greek God, and most men don’t like to look up to a woman. Being drunk in an airport restroom isn’t the best way to dig through your bags for another pair of shoes. But sometimes you have to do what you have to do. Then, I quickly decided I should have some food and coffee before seeing the Greek God at the baggage claim.
By the time I downed the food and coffee and rushed back to the bathroom to brush my teeth, my bags were the only ones spinning around on the carousel. The Greek God beat me to my Louis Vuitton luggage. He reached down, picked up the bags, and with a hint of irritation said, “I thought maybe you were standing me up.” I couldn’t think of anything to say. It would have come out in a slur anyway. Instead, I just smiled. A black stretch limousine was waiting just outside the terminal. My bags were loaded and I managed to get in without falling over myself. I took my seat, looked up, and was stunned to see several men on the opposite side of the limo, all staring at me.
This was unique. The Stetson man would never share me at the start of any of our previous trips. I smiled and thought, “What have I gotten myself into?” I was at a loss for words, so I just stared back wide-eyed and waited for someone to say something…