I started reading blogs last week, of girls who are into doing make up tutorials. Sometimes they go on tangents about their personal life. I felt like I could really relate to them and I appreciated their insightfulness. I decided to start a blog of my own seeing as how, ever since I moved, I have had little-to-no social interaction with people my own age.
Update on past year:
I left a two-year relationship with a 22 year old guy who admitted to cheating on me and had no ambition in life. My best friend and I were tight on money so we decided to make an account on a dating website that hooks young girls up with older, successful men a.k.a. sugar daddies (judge me if you will, but walk a mile in my shoes first). Our life changed completely ever since that day. I ended moving in with one. He owned trendy clubs and strip clubs throughout Atlanta and Miami. He reminded me of an Italian mobster. I really dig it when a guy is powerful. He made me special at first, but he turned out to be a bitter misogynist, scorn by an ex-wife who looks just me (long story).
Anyway, I moved back home and continued the fabulous life of dating multi-millionaires, traveling to exotic places around the world just to have dinner, glamourous shopping sprees, driving luxury cars and moving into penthouse apartments on the swank side of town, Buckhead, where old money lives and new money parties. Meanwhile, I was still going to classes at State and pretending to be an ordinary college-student in the eyes of my friends and family.
Then I met Dave (name changed for privacy purposes). He wasn't like the rest. He didn't try to hook me in with his money or flatter me to get in my pants. It really was love at first sight. As soon as I walked through the elevator on our first date, he literally swept me off my feet and planted a big one on me. Daring, sexy, successful, kind, patient, romantic, I knew I was in trouble. At the time, I was on-and-off with this other well-to-do guy, Mark, who was paying rent on my apartment. He was the C.T.O. of a technological security system company or something like that. My best friend (and partner in crime) had moved in with me and I wanted to spare her the inconvenience of moving, at least until she could discuss a different living situation with her sugar daddy. I was stupid and I thought I could juggle both guys at the same time. Well, I was wrong. Dave and I continued to see each other. He lived in Florida so we would take turns flying to see each other on the weekends. If I could describe us in three words in the beginning, they would be sex, sex and sex. He was the epitome of McDreamy; a doctor, educated at Yale, graduated second in his class, tall, tan, outdoorsy, loved animals, conservative but adventurous.
Mark's feelings for me were also growing too in the little time that I generously spent with him. It was like, the more I pushed him away, the more he wanted me. Sometimes we would have a really good times and I actually didn't mind being with him but most of the time, the little annoying things about him drove me crazy, like how he bellows his stories when we're in public, his references to books and movies he knew I wasn't interested in, that goofy smile and how he laughed at his own jokes. As I started seeing Dave more, Mark started to notice that I was being more distant than usual. Then one day, out of blue, Dave proposed to me at dinner. I left Mark. He hacked into all my accounts and found out everything. He contacted Dave and told him the truth about me; how I was playing both of them. I thought that was the end for Dave and I.
Fast forward:
Dave eventually forgave me after I promised to never do something like that again. I moved in with him onto his 50 acre ranch in central Florida. We are still engaged but I know it will take some time before he trusts me again. I told Mark that if he ever contacts me again, I will take the threatening letters he wrote me and go to the police. I haven't heard from him since.
Life on a ranch isn't so bad. Usually, you hear stories about girls who come from a small town and move to a big city with a child-like sense of wonder. Well in real life, when couples decide to settle down, they move away from the posh city life. There are benefits. We have a three acre lake on the property. Dave and I are planning to build a dock with a chic cabana on it before the end of summer. He owns 22 horse stables so we can see them running around the pasture across the lake. It's really beautiful here actually. Recently, one of Dave's six yellow labradors got pregnant so we've been trying to find them a home.
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