After spending some time in England with my older sugar daddy, Keith, I went back home to the island in late November and got back into the flow of work. Keith remained in England. One night, on my way to model in a fashion show, I received an anonymous phone call and on the other end was a guy asking for a girl named Patricia. “Sorry,” I said. “You have the wrong number. This is not Patricia.”
There was a few of us in the company’s bus and we were all laughing and having a good time, so I was distracted and thought nothing of the phone call. The man on the line responded, “You have a beautiful voice. I bet you’re beautiful, too?”
I laughed and said, “I don’t know if I would go that far. Anyway, I’m quite busy at the moment, so I have to go. Take care.” As I was about to hang up, he said, “Can I call you again?”
“Whatever, it doesn’t matter,” I said as I hung up.
I went to the fashion show and did my job. On my way back, it must have been 3 a.m. when the same anonymous number called again. This time, most of my friends had fallen asleep. So, when he called, I was tired, but I was able to speak with him.
He said that his name was Peter, and he was a chef. He told me he was trying to reach his girlfriend and apparently dialed an incorrect number. He asked for my name and I told him. I’ll admit that at the time, I was stupid to even entertain him, but I thought it was over the phone and what would be the harm? Little did I know how wrong I was.
Peter and I chatted for hours about random things, but he managed to keep me awake, as I hated driving long distances and falling asleep. We ended the conversation and he asked if he could call again. Peter would eventually become my phone buddy. He never asked any personal questions; he would just want to know what my schedule was like and what I was doing. Although I found him to be a little nosy, he was easy to speak to.
Two months into our phone conversations, I was at the mall one Saturday and he called and asked me where I was. I had just collected some money that Keith had sent me and was planning on going to the movies. I told him where I was and he said, “That’s funny, because I’m there, too!” I thought it was strange, but I figured since he didn’t know who I was or what I looked like, I had nothing to worry about. Besides, it was a crowded space.
He described what he looked like and told me that he was going to meet me there. So, just out of curiosity, I waited for him…