I was in Hawaii with my best friend, Tori, thanks to my sugar daddy, the Greek God, who was on vacation with his family, but wanted me close-by.
After days of lounging in the sun and being totally relaxed, Tori suggested we leave the resort for some nightlife. I had been talking nonstop about the feelings I was developing for the Greek God, something I was trying not to do. But after my evening on the beach with him, I was struggling to keep those feelings at bay. I was starting to fall for this man and Tori was very much aware of that. She constantly reminded me that I was a hopeless romantic. She thought going out for the night would be a good way to get my mind off things.
We asked our butler where the best nightlife was. He directed us a few miles down the road to a little village. He informed us that there would be several restaurants and bars to choose from. In the car on the ride over, I turned to Tori and professed, “When we arrive on the mainland, I am ending it with the Stetson Man.” The Stetson man was the rich older man I had been dating, but things weren’t going so well anymore—he was starting to pull away and I needed the Greek God to help maintain the luxurious lifestyle I had become accustomed to.
Tori immediately said, “Slow down turbo. You are putting the horse before the cart.” Before I could respond, our driver interrupted with information about what this little village had to offer. We thanked him as he handed Tori his business card. The plan was to phone him later for a ride back to the villa.
Tori was fascinated with the quaintness of the villages in Hawaii. She had never been to an island before. We decided we would start on one side of the village and work our way across, venturing into each location. I proposed that we try a tropical drink in each spot.
There seemed to be many vehicles parked in the village, but no people in any of the shops and bars. We looked at each other, wondering where everyone was. The bartender at one of the spots informed us that there was a big party at the other end of the village. We decided to head to where the action was.
As we approached the front door of the establishment, there was a banner that read, “Happy Anniversary!” I turned and said, “Maybe it’s the bar’s birthday?” It was obvious the bar was decorated for an anniversary celebration. It had balloons, streamers, and banners as far as the eye could see.
We opened the door and all eyes turned to look at Tori and myself. It was very obvious that we had walked into a private celebration. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I was shocked to realize that this party was the whole purpose of the Greek God’s trip—he and his wife were celebrating a milestone wedding anniversary with family and friends.
The Greek God and I locked eyes, as time stood still. I could not breathe. Tori realized I was paralyzed. In her usual flippant manner, she said, “Oops, our bad!” She grabbed my arm and pulled me out the door. Between my embarrassment and shock, I came to the realization that this man really did have feelings for his wife. Why else would he go through all this trouble for her? I was ready to run. I had never felt so foolish.