Summer and I met on Bumble three years ago and set up a date. She scooted out of her white Mercedes in a black dress that was from a better time in her life, like high school. She’s half Colombian but her skin looked like it had been baked onto her body. The tanning booth wasn’t the only shop she’d supported for her self-esteem.
Both of us and our families worked in the same field, however, her family had broken through to affluence that could buy a private jet. We did find some common ground in work.
As it turns out she had been disowned from the family and cut off from their money. Her lifestyle of putting white stuff up her nose and putting black things in her mouth was not appreciated by her father. She had two or three unpaid speeding tickets and was behind on her mortgage. I had never seen someone with such a toxic relationship with their father before. Her entire value to him hung on her beauty and money.
It was disgusting.
At some point I decided that between her fading prime and the ambiance of money seeking that I was not interested, even for a night. Despite being a little privileged myself there’s a disconnect when someone can only see one thing of value. I picked up the tab, told her I’d call her, then never did.
Three years go by and I’ve been dating a svelte limbed French girl for a year. She had won the state level gymnastics for Mass in high school then went to school for engineering in California.
The relationship with my girlfriend had a rough start and was my first time dating someone who just graduated college. It became apparent to me that I was less of a “daddy” and more of a “dad”. In light of the emotional challenges that presented themselves I rewarded myself to an unfettered porcelain body a few mornings a week. Whether she was young and inexperienced or our shared interest started to wane the sex was always somewhat, unremarkable.
It’s some unimportant Tuesday in my life and I leave my girlfriend’s apartment to get us both Matcha lattes from her favorite cafe. Sitting just outside the coffee shop door with a leash in hand is Summer wearing a matching set of orange Lulus that are a size too small. She must’ve cleaned up her lifestyle or had more work done because the only things left under those Lulus were by design.
I go in and order our drinks without any acknowledgment. On my way out we make eye contact and she opens up to me. We chat for a couple minutes so I decided to sit down, pet her puppy, and catch up.
There was an immediate and spoken tension when she asked why I hadn’t called her back after our date. I relinquished that her typical rich girl daddy problems were a bit overwhelming and that I was seeing someone now anyways. The dialog then rolled into a more casual direction and we talked about her professional success, daily yoga practice, and her lackluster love life. She’s making 400k a year now but still hadn’t found the romantic connection she desired.
In retrospect I knew what I was doing but in the moment it felt so easy and so part of my nature. I asked her if she wanted to hang out sometime and she mentioned she lived close by. We part ways and I take my now flat cold lattes back to my girlfriend’s house and tell my girlfriend that I ran into an old friend from work. We go about our lives.
A week or two later I text Summer out of boredom and curiosity. Probably on the tail end of some fight with my girlfriend about the typical bullshit. We’ve all been there in that rocky relationship where you’re hopeful yet never convinced.
Summer takes a day or two to respond but she texts me one morning, she’s free tonight. So I carve out a little time from my girlfriend and tell her I’m taking the day off to hang out with a friend. It’s past 5:00 with no response so I say fuck it and go to the gym. At this point I’m pretty sure she’s gotten cold feet or getting equal with me for not calling her back. I’m not upset but I do think it’s funny and have a private laugh about being stood up.
It’s barely past 7:00 and my screen lights up while I’m driving home. It’s her. She wants me to come over to her high rise loft apartment and my names already on the list with the guards and valet. I get there and my car is the cheapest in the compound by at least 80k. After I knock on her door I’m greeted by a high strung puppy and Summer wearing another matching set of Lulus. This set was mint green and higher waisted.
She dismissed me to shower in her room after the gym because she doesn’t want my sweat on her leather couch. She lets me borrow her midnight-black boy shorts, they barely fit me at the waist and my quads are bulging out. So I chill shirtless on her couch while she finishes working and we order some delivery. It gets really late so I tell her I’m going to head back home and she tells me to sleep on the couch since it’s past 2:00am. I take her up on it cause I don’t wanna drive that late either.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uww6ui/mf_ecstasy_part_1