We arrived at the casino rather quickly. As we approached the blackjack tables, the Greek God pulled the chairs out for me and Tori to sit down. He then laid a stack of one hundred dollar bills in front of me and handed Tori her own pile of bills. He didn’t even give us a chance to refuse his money—he was gone before we could even say anything.
The blackjack dealer had an accent just like Bob Marley. He dealt us cards and we flirted and teased with him. Tori and I laughed and had a great time. I assumed the Greek God was in the high-limit room, but to this day, I don’t know where he disappeared to.
Approximately three hours later, the Greek God strolled up to our table and asked if we were ready to head back. I told him he was the captain, and off we went. Tori and I both attempted to return his money, but he just wouldn’t hear of it—he insisted we keep the money for ourselves. He never even asked us if we won or lost. He just kept asking me if we were having a good time.
It was a perfect night. I wasn’t sure just how the universe was taking care of me, but this knight in shining armor made me realize all that I had been missing out on; this was the life that I had craved as a sugar baby. Yes, the Greek God was just as old as the Stetson man, but he was so full of life, whereas the Stetson man was starting to show his age. Everywhere you looked around the Greek God, there was excitement. It was contagious and the bug had bit me. By the time we boarded the jet again, it was well into the morning hours.