I had been home for a few days since my first travel date with the Greek God, although I’m not even sure you can call it a first date. I was constantly checking my e-mail for word from the Stetson man. I was watching my phone pretty much all day. I was a complete nervous wreck. I could not understand how the Stetson man could just go floating down the Rhine River without me without even checking in once. If I had gone off for several weeks with no way to contact him, well I can’t imagine the hell I would pay.
I spent all my time on the phone with my girlfriend Tori, discussing the Greek God and cursing the Stetson man. At that point in time, I really didn’t know which man I would have rather been with. Would I even have a chance to be with either? I couldn’t help but think that maybe I should just go find a job. But I knew a job wasn’t going to pay the bills for the lifestyle I had become accustomed to—I needed a sugar daddy.
The Stetson man and I had been through enough drama to last a lifetime—did I want to continue this way? Did I want to be with a man more exciting? In my wildest of imaginations, I could never have dreamed up a better life than I had with the Stetson man.
I had worn Tori out from talking—I could sense she needed a break from all of my drama. But I really didn’t have anyone else to share all this with. Then it hit me—I could reach out to my ex-sugar daddy, the pro ball player friend who had first told me who the Greek God was. I would see what he had to say about my meeting the Greek God.
Again, my timing was great. I texted the ball player and he immediately called—I have always called him Smack, because he tends to talk a lot of nonsense. When Smack called, I think he initially thought, once again, that I was maybe calling to tease and flirt with him. When he heard the tone of my voice, his voice immediately became more serious. I explained that I had met the Greek God in his city and talked about all that we did that first night. I also explained that he hadn’t even tried to kiss me.
Looking back, this was probably the last thing Smack wanted to hear about. But he was always soft with me, and he had been the one to suggest my phoning the Greek God in the first place. Smack listened while I explained the whole date. And then he said the words I did not want to hear: “Be careful. Do not put your heart into a relationship with this man. You’re probably not the only woman he’s got on the side. He has plenty of them. Everyone in the sports world knows that.” That was the last thing I wanted to hear.
I was angry with the Stetson man, with the Greek God, and now with Smack. I argued with Smack for a bit with him suggesting that the Greek God had so many women. How dare he suggest I call this man if he knew all along that that’s what he was like. Smack’s response was that I was just looking for revenge. “You got it,” he said. “Now leave it alone.” I hung up feeling even worse than before.
Not too long after my conversation with Smack, I got a message from the Stetson man’s secretary. He was extending his trip to include a tour of several countries. I would not see or hear from him for several more weeks.