So...I've decided to give them all nicknames to protect the innocent. Hence the title "The Elder".
I met him when I was 18. He was an older, late 50's, wealthy gentleman from the South. Very well established. At the time we met, I was struggling...broke, fucked up relationship {Blah}
Anyway....this man was what I needed, and when I saw him, I saw green. Only real bitches can SMELL money. That man REEKED of cash. So....we met at my job. He had fantastic conversation, great style and was relatively attractive....the fact that he was loaded gave him extra points. He explained to me that he wasn't from the area, and was here on business. {Red Light-At that point I was in because him not being a local meant...he could go-the-fuck-away}{Green Light} Over the next few days, he would stop in and we would talk during my lunch hour. We would have a very nice lunch, and go our separate ways. He told me he would be heading back to his native area, and that we should keep in touch. We did. A month later, I had a mental breakdown. I lost my job, and was on the verge of losing my apartment. -INSERT RICH MAN HERE- I called him, and told him I needed somewhere to go. To relax and regroup. I should mention that in his business, he was never home. His job required him to be on the road for weeks at a time. He insisted on flying me out to his home. I was initially nervous, but he made me feel comfortable. A week later, I was flying out to see him, with my life in my suitcase I arrive, and his place is plush. Top of the line furnishings, beautiful artwork, 3 cars and more than I could have ever expected. The first night he asked me what I was expecting from him. I bluntly told him...'From you, I expect the life'...he responded 'Done'. He led me to MY car...a nice, red Coupe. 4 days later we were putting my name on the lease. Crazy, right? I know. Hate me later. So...things were good. Things were great. He was NEVER there, and neither was I. I met a lot of YOUNGER people, and life was excellent. In the beginning, I was so happy. So free. Then, like the flip of a light switch, I was sad, lonely. We never made love. We never kissed. I shopped. He worked. I slept....alone. I decided I couldn't live that way. As fun as this life was...I wanted more, not to mention my family was worried sick. I called him, and told him that I needed more....and he agreed and just that fast I was on my way BACK home. $4000 in my purse....my past and current life stuffed in my suitcase. I felt a sense of relief. I know my judgement was irresponsible, but truth be told, I'd do it all over again.
