The week before I was supposed to travel with the Greek God—for the first time since I had the privilege of having the “scholarship fund” money deposited into my account—I was manipulating both the Greek God and the Stetson man with sheer expertise. Naturally, the deposit gave me a bit of breathing room financially. Somehow, this gave me an extra pep in my step.
I had drawn up a budget and developed a course of action to pay off the credit card debt I had acquired from being a very affluent man’s girlfriend. I paid off the entire balance of one credit card with the first deposit, and still had a bit of money left over. I had yet to acquire property.
The best part of all this was that I was on point with my latest strategy. I loved the fact that no one in the Greek God’s inner circle knew my wardrobe. I could wear the same apparel I had purchased for the Stetson man and his social occasions, so I didn’t need to shop for any foreseeable trips. This may sound trivial, but it’s very important to be the envy of every female at every party or meeting I would attend on the arm of my opulent men. Being in my position, I was a direct reflection of them and their success. Everyone had their eyes on him and his choice of female companionship. I couldn’t afford a day off with my wardrobe, hair or makeup choice. I never had a second opportunity to make a first impression.
Naturally, men and women alike formed a very quick opinion of me. I was very much aware that anyone who witnessed me with either man very quickly thought the worst of me. I couldn’t and wouldn’t allow anyone to get to me mentally. I had grown tougher over the years with the Stetson man. I knew my position and what was required of me. Now my mind set was to make that work to my advantage. I knew very well at this point that neither man was thinking about marriage or growing old with me. I had to make this work for me, just as many people go to work each day looking forward to retirement. This was like a second job—I was preparing for my own future. And I had the perfect idea of how I was going to pull it off…