15 years between us was just: Okay?!
Guys are like wine, the older they get the better they are.
He was my sugar daddy, although we didn’t have anything related to bed and he was too young to be a daddy- He was my sugar boyfriend, he was just awesome okay?
I know I know what all of you will think about it…
Such a bitch right? And you know what??
I can assume this risk, I simply do not care if you have bad thoughts. I was happy and I guess that matters more. Plus you know every experience is a lesson to learn. Plus I feel that
I cannot be honest with you if I skip this story.
So with the risk that my mom will stop talking to me, I am going to describe my last year’ adventure.
I was visiting London and while being out one night: a man approached us (me). We (me and my friend) were tourists living days in London like they were the last days of our lives.
Freedom, happiness and wine that’s how I would describe it.
I remember that day like my 17th birthday party: blurred, dark, a lot of people, and blackouts through memories.
I got outside of the club to catch some connection to get an Uber, in my desperate game of finding the phone in my bag, he thought that I am looking for ciggies and offered me one, my friend approached us before he managed to share his pack. We started talking… He invited us out next day. I gave him my WhatsApp cause apparently FB was a NO No No for his status.
He liked my name.. I liked his black Hublot watch and his sarcasm. Only, a girl with a proper training could know that it was a 20 maybe 25k Hublot, and I was one of them. When I was in high school I had a couple of friends which were wearing expensive watches to show everyone how much their parents earn and they shared their knowledge about watches with me.
Okay, do not ask me what did he said cause I guess those three shots of tequila affected my memory.
So next day, my iPhone’ ringtone wakes me up, I answered the phone irritated and hear
“Good morning, princess, where are you staying, do you want me to pick you up and go for breakfast or lunch?”
My thoughts to this questions were:
1. Cancel everything you definitely look like shit and it will take you at least 3 hours to get prepared you didn’t like the guy it does not worth it
2. Let him come to pick you up, you need free food and coffee after yesterday’s party
3. Do not let him pick you up, dummy, he may be a serial killer
4. Gosh, he has such a male voice, and he called you princess he must be such a gentleman
And without analysing, my stupid tongue pronounced it:
let’s meet at the Bond Street Station in… one hour.
I was late, I didn’t know that 3 stations in London are going to take 15 min, plus I didn’t know that I will need to wash my hair to get prepared as I thought it still looks fresh after clubing yesterday.
(As you can imagine my expectations from life are always high)
He didn’t say a word about me being late. We went to a place to have lunch, have no idea what was the name of it, as probably my hangover didn’t let my memory to work properly, plus I did not care about the place. I just remember it had an amazing view.
He was amazing, we were making fun of each other. We were talking about everything, even about the fact that $ 1 billion was stolen from Moldovian bank, he was so smart I was impressed. He was not the best looking guy, but he was so charismatic. I felt connected with him but erased this idea as soon as I understood that I am going back home. Then I got fully convinced that to forget him is the right think when he told me that he is 34.
When I got back to my place in London and “Perfect Strangers” was on MTV and I thought
London brought another Perfect Stranger into my life.
I knew for sure that me and Mr. M were supposed to be those Perfect Strangers.
When I returned back to Prague, I received a text: let’s make a plan to find the stolen billion, come to London next week, I will get you tickets.
I wanted but I couldn’t I was working part-time at HRC and my uni was stressful and deadlines coming. Since then we were talking quite often.
I had a best friend at that time, which I could not even tell about him because I felt she will judge me, but I was happy to have him in my life.
Next month I was flying to London again. It was amazing he bought me tickets, but I knew that I wasn’t supposed to be easy for him, so I was staying at my friend’s place.
We met, had lunch, and then I went to my friend, he wanted to drop me home, but as I was still thinking that he is a serial killer, so I didn’t let him to do so, he installed Uber on my phone inserted there his details and ordered me a car.
It was amazing, all the three days I went to the best places I could ever imagine I can get to, high-class service and fake smiles everywhere. I was treated like a princess, hmm I mean queen, he was a real gentleman: opening the doors for me, holding my hand, introducing me to his friends.
But…Although a hand with a 20k watch on it was holding mine, I never felt so poor in my life.
We were attending an event, where my Valentino bag was the cheapest one in the room, not even talking about my $120 (bought on Sale) Ted Baker dress, which probably was cheaper than the hard case of their phones. But I was happy near him, I was smiling and laughing loud.
That night three awkward conversations took place, his friend Richard asked me
-how old are you and what your parents think about M. (Nobody knew that it was the second time in my life that I saw M). M felt awkward and changed the subject, I don’t remember what exactly I said but later his another friend exclaimed:
-Elena, I noticed that your sarcasm and intelligence does not belong to the average girl of your age, is it typical for Moldavian girls to behave like you?
when suddenly Richard exclaimed, oh so you are from Moldova, yes I have been there, it took me only to show my wallet in order to take two extremely attractive ladies with me to the hotel.
I laughed and said something about his wallet, everybody laughed at my joke as well and we pretended that nothing happened. I even forgot about this whole situation until I was reading something on the internet in three weeks time.
I staied only four days during that trip. We were still keep in touch after. He bought me tickets again to come in December, with the phrase:
You need to stay at my place this time.
He convinced me and I said yes.
Three weeks before coming I texted him that I won’t come, that I fell in love with my classmate and I am not coming to London.
I couldn’t waste the ticket, so I went to London in December, I visited my friend there.
It was fun, I needed it.
I got back to Prague, me and Mr. M, started talking again. It all started when I wasted all my money that my mom sent to me in about one week time thinking that my salary will come next Monday, and it was Tuesday and I didn’t have any crown to get food, not even talking about my morning mint tea. I don’t know why I told him this story, in 20 min he send me a code and a text, get your mango freshener from Costa, see you in London soon. It was not a lot! 200 euros but it was a lot for a poor unresponsible student.
That was the time when me and my friend from Prague, had an argument and I started being closer to Theo and Alina and told them the story about me and him. It was the first time I could be open and not afraid to be judged.
So it all started, he was sending me money, bought me tickets and I was planing to go to London. I didn’t want his money so I was doing what I am the best at… I was wasting them on cocktails with my friends. It was an amazing period, a period when
“Cuba Libre on my bill was my favorite phrase after work.”
We even were ordering uber to bring us home after the party from his account.
It was May, I bought myself tickets to come to London for the birthday of my best friend. Me, Theo, Anna and Feim higher than Empire State Building were cooking Greek food in Theo’s flat. Suddenly my laugh is disturbed by the phone ringtone, Mr. M.
We had a sweet conversation, you know this type of fake caring one with typical phrases like whats new and how are you… then he said.
So you are coming to London?
I answered yes while laughing and then he said,
well if you do not call me when you are here I will find you.
I laughed and said something and probably because of shock I don’t remember what exactly .. I started shaking, Theo and Anna got scared as well. In fact, I think Theo got even more scared than me. He told me:
“Elena, are you stupid, it does not worth it, did you order an uber on his card to my place?Yeah, thanks, now he knows my address.. and we all are gonna be in trouble thanks to you. (No offense Theo but sometimes I think you are more a pussy than me)
I drunk a glass of wine and decided to leave the party. I was walking on my way home. Blocked him. Deleted his number, deleted the uber.
It was an amazing period I never felt so spoiled in my whole life, he was carrying so much… I learned a lot.. it was fun. I enjoyed it… but ladies, to be honest, it does not worth it. I was wasting his money, as soon as I got them I didn’t want to have anything connecting me to him. Who knows how many Elenas he had beside me… Yes this men may make you feel special, happy and appreciated, they know how to treat you, plus if you are as lucky as I was you can get a young one, and you may really love him, his sarcasm, his holding hand, his kisses on your cheek, his protection. But it doesn’t worth it.
Yes, I liked it, but my own peace matters more than that lunch at Le Gavroche. I am and I was always independent and I will continue being so. I will expect the man to pay the bill at the restaurants, but I won’t accept him paying for all my expenses. Nothing compares with that feeling when you buy a ticket for yourself and nothing compares with paying uber from your monthly salary. It’s funny how I didn’t appreciate this before. Don’t agree? Try it and then tell me your impressions.
P.S We didn’t meet after. He called me several times after. We talked but nothing. He knows I am in London, in fact, forgot to tell you that a year ago he got me a job position, but didn’t accept. Most probably he/ you are reading this and laughing. Thank you for everything.
