My relationship with my sugar daddy, the Stetson man, was in a terrible state, and I was very much blaming myself for the position we were in now. When my son passed away, I didn’t handle the grief well, and I think that’s when our relationship really started to change. At this point, I was convinced that I was the reason he was turning to another woman now; I could no longer give him what he wanted. I clearly wasn’t as much fun anymore. It was like I had turned into the crazy wife he never wanted to marry in the first place.
Nonetheless, here I was, getting ready to travel to another city to meet my second sugar daddy. I eventually boarded the plane and got comfortable in my first class seat. Just as I was fastening my seatbelt, a very handsome stranger sat down next to me. It was hard not to notice him—I had a feeling it was going to be an interesting flight.
When the flight attendant came by, I immediately ordered another glass of wine. The handsome stranger ordered a scotch. I thought back to my first experience with scotch and I couldn’t help but smile to myself at the fond memory. I assume the stranger thought I was smiling at him. He smiled back and immediately starting talking to me. Over the next few hours, I was able to lose myself in conversation with the handsome stranger. I drank my wine, he drank his scotch, and we just talked about life. I was grateful for his company.
When the plane finally landed, I stood up to get my carry-on out from the overhead carrier. It didn’t take long for me to realize that I was pretty drunk from all of the wine. I quickly tried to remember my instructions. This, again, was different than the Stetson man’s travel. Early in the relationship when I couldn’t fly on his private jet, I had rented a car so that I had my own transportation. This time I had to rely on someone else. This was new for me.
I reached into my bag and reviewed the e-mail the Greek God’s secretary had sent me before I left. The page was blurry. I clearly had not started this trip out well. I needed to regroup and do it quickly—the Greek God himself was going to be meeting me at the airport. I had to get my act together, and quick.