Rich NYC (married) Banker buys 18 year old College girl Audi

Rich NYC (married) Banker buys 18 year old College girl Audi 

"What time is it in New York?"

It was a busy night at the bar I worked at in Scottsdale, Arizona. You could tell that all of the night clubs prettiest bottle service girls are excited for the night to end and count their hefty tips, and I was exhausted and ready to count some sheep. I was simply observing how nightclubs and intoxicated people work. It was my first week working in this type of environment. Girls walking out of this establishment with thousands on a good night, in cold, hard, cash. I was walking out with maybe $100 and a few laughs. I was not the prettiest girl and not the ugliest either. I was standing behind the bar with some work colleagues, as a group of gentlemen walked through the double doors. I was apprehensive to approach them because they looked like had already been drinking prior to their arrival. A swarm of hostess approached them to ask them if they would like to purchase a table or buy a bottle of champagne. The group of men had a vibe that was sophisticated and trashed. They obviously had money and where not afraid to show it. In the group of sophisticated, thirty year old men, there was one that was completely detached from reality. His hair was light brown, tall, and his eyes, so blue they looked like a hue from a Fiji postcard. I could go on forever (and I have). You could say it was ‘love at first sight’. He kept checking his watch and looking for a continuous change of scenery. He was not interested in the night club. I pointed to him as I was in a redundant conversation with these clueless (but hot) bartenders. The blonde barbie bimbo next to me said, “If you don’t go up to him to him, I will. And you won’t have a chance after that, honey.”  Therefore I sprinted over to his table, you could see the fear in my eyes. I spent my entire life competing with blonde, bimbo, barbie looking whores, I was not going to let them win this time, or start to taunt me at my workplace. As these thoughts ran through my mind, I looked at her then gracefully sat down at his table. Pretty much, on top of his lap. I was not playing fucking games. I told him “Hi my name is Naomi, I don’t do this often but you are the most attractive guy I have ever seen. May I get to know you?” He brushed me off and simply denied. He was not interested, so I looked at him, deep in his eyes, sighed with extreme disappointment, then said “Alright, I didn’t come over to you for a tip or for money. I just wanted to tell you that.”

I started to lift my weight off him and he said “My apologies. I didn’t mean to be rude. My name is “_______________”. I smiled like a little girl. He looked at me again and said “wow, you are a pretty one arnt you!” I smiled and laughed. I had butterflies in my stomach. His accent was slightly wonderful, most definitely from New York. It was that type of meeting that only happens a handful of times in your life. That time when you look at someone, and you basically can see into their soul. Yeah, one of those. An instant CLICK.

(So basically to keep this in less than 1000 volumes, I am going to cut it down to a condensed version that will talk about what he did for me financially/his wife/that weekend because I know most people are only interested in me gold digging, getting a free car, and destroying a marriage! So lets get to it!) 

He apologized again sincerely as he looked deep into my eyes. I was wearing a black lakers top and a black lakers bottom. He complimented my body and my eyes. He asked me if we could slip away to his group and talk privately. I simply agreed. I took him to a more private area of the night club as we snuck away from his friends. We sat in this closed off room and I basically just asked him to tip me for my time, (I basically said to my manager that my stomach hurt and that I was taking a breather. And that this person is a old family-friend). So he ended up giving me a ten dollar bill and I just put it in my back pocket. I asked him what his story was. His mouth was like lightning, fast. It took him absolutely no time to start spilling the beans. He is an investment banker for commercial real-estate in New York City. He also lives in New York City. He was raised in Connecticut, loves basketball (like me), has a few brothers, and one wife. 

Yes, one wife. I was shocked that a man of this maturity and stature would basically PAY ME, to listen to him about his wife. 

So here are the cliff notes/details about this 

got married ( on my birthday LOL ) in 2014

went to therapy, not working out, he says he tried everything, she has difficult emotional baggage, depression, and lots of mental blocks

she is seeing new people

he has not quite moved on

talked about his dad passing away and how much it hurts him every day

that his wife moved out and it hurts him

he still loves her and cares

has to move on because it is just not working 

The fact that he did not slander, disrespect, and upheld firm respect for her, made me trust and respect him and his situation. He went in on the emotional front and I respect it. It was obvious that he needed someone to just be honest with.  I know that he could have easily been lying or just trying to get in my pants. BUT I KNOW that in my heart that he was telling the truth. Someone doesn’t just say all of this information and lie. I felt it. I felt every ounce of pain dripping off of his lips. I knew that only someone that was engulfed in depression could trust a stranger with enough information to ruin your life, but hope that they won’t.

I told him that I basically would never say this to anyone but I am going to trust you, because I feel your pain. “When I was in high school, I was in an extremely abusive relationship. He would punch me, hit me, and tell me disgusting things about myself for his own personal gain. He broke my fingers on my 17th birthday, slammed me so hard against the steering wheel of my car that it LITERALLY broke, and would take me to the middle of the desert and rape me.I have no idea why, but it basically ruined me. It ruined everything about me. It ruined everything about my personality. I was 16 and he was 20. It was horrible. I think about it all the time, and every mistake I have made is fueled by this one human. It was so scary. It is over now, but not forgotten.” I was in tears, my face was turning pale, and he could see all of my baggage, freshly unpacked.

I will never remember exactly what he said. All I can remember how he made me feel. I told people many times before, but nobody believed me. All I can remember is him looking me in the eyes and saying, “You are worth so much more than being treated that way, nobody deserves that, especially not someone like you.” I was a wreck. He wiped my tears and hugged me. I looked at the time and the bar was closing. I panicked realizing that my rent was due next week and I had none. I told him that "I have to start closing the bar or else I could get fired. I made nothing tonight and I am scared that I won’t make rent, I should head back out there.”

He asked me “How much to leave with you?”

I replied in laughter “haha, lots.” 

I never left with a person I have met from a bar before, therefore I was nervous. He walked over to the ATM for around five minutes, pulled out a stack of money. It was a large wad of blue and green. It was heavy. He it in my hand and says “Okay cool. Don’t count it now, just put in in you bag. Grab your stuff and give me a call when ur outside.” I sprinted to grab my bag and rushed out to my car. He was waiting for me. He got into my car and I started driving around. Scared that someone saw me leaving with him, I was driving anxiously. We decided on a tea place close to ASU campus. We walked in and I ordered Bubble tea and an apple fritter. He ordered a bottled Perrier and a bagel. I tried to pay and he shoved his Black Amex to the lady, saying “I got it”. He pulled out my chair as I went to sit, then waited for my tea to finish, then he brought it to me. The way he said bagel with his accent was so cute, I will never forget how that made me smile. I looked at him in perfect light. His skin was flawless. I looked at his eyes, and I knew that he was going to be my next obsession. He was going to bring me a world/galaxy of hurt. I told him many times "I have never been to New York but I already know that I am not going to like it.” He looked at me with his pale skin and ocean blue eyes, laughed and said “Maybe not.” I looked at him, I knew that I wanted him and his electric soul. I had never met anyone like him. So sophisticated, so relaxed, so kind. I loved him already. I knew that he was someone worthy of my time. I told him that I wanted to see him again, many times. I had a beauty pageant to attend, in one hour. I let time slip away. We met at 9pm, and we ended up leaving this 24 hour tea place at 8 AM. I drove him to his hotel, where him and his friends where staying. He was attending his friends bachelor party. Thats the entire reason that he came to Arizona. I thought that Scottsdale was a funny place to come for a bachelor party, but if it brought him to me, I am cool with it. I ended up at his hotel, he looked and me and said “I hope to see you again”. He kissed me and walked out of my car. I drove away, smiled. Then proceeded with my day. 

Later on in the day he invited me out again. He said “You, me, W pool. Now” I was on my way. Pageant dress and make up full. I had so much stuff in my car. I gave no fucks. I was in it to win it. I was speeding over to this W hotel like it was the last pool party on earth. I changed into dirty clothes from a college frat party. I contemplated not going. But I knew that I would regret not seeing him again. I was exhausted, had not slept in two days. But was about to give it my all. Just in case I never saw him again. 

I showed up to his hotel. He greeted me and introduced me to all of his friends. His friends basically thought that I was the slut from last night. Girls who leave with men from bars are never respected in my friends eyes. I knew that it was pretty uncomfortable and that he made it as genuine as he could. I was really happy with the way he was acting around his friends. They tried to be as kind and comforting as possible. I really enjoyed all of their company. The made small talk with me and invited me to dinner. I graciously accepted. We went out to a nice dinner in the city, then went out for a night on the town. I was completely in shock with how the night was going. I was so shocked that people like this even exist. I was so flattered and happy. I could not even contain my confusion of why this was happening to me. His friend asked “Would you like to attend dinner with us tonight? On me”. I smiled so bright, they knew the answer already. I go to this restaurant rarely, only on special occasions. It is so beautiful. The ceilings are red and the vibe was so vivid. We joked as we held hands throughout our entire meal. Looking at each other. I was staring at his ocean blue eyes. Laughter shaking our glasses of wine. Everything about that night is a tad bit hazy. But I'm going to tell the story to the best of my ability. After the extravagant dinner, we went with his bachelor friend group to one of the nicest nightclubs in Scottsdale. All of his friends were giving me words of encouragement as I go to flash a fake ID to very experienced bouncers As I hope that I do not ruin the night! We were laughing all the way to the nightclub. We step out and his friend hands his debit card or credit card and ID. He bought a table at the nightclub in celebration of his friends marriage or last night single. I nervously flash my fake ID to this bouncer. Look him in the eyes and give them that nod. My blue-eyed date follows me into the bar. He's holding my sweater and opening every door along the way. We basically proceed to dance the night away with his friends and other ASU Sorority friends that I met at the bar. You could easily say that it was one of the best nights of my life. It felt so blissful and simple. It was so so sweet. As 2 AM approached us, I gave him a look. He knew that it was my bedtime. He ordered an Uber and tossed me in it, he remembered me telling him that I love to be carried. He was whispering sweet nothings into my ear and my smile was brighter than the New York City Skyline. The car arrived to the hotel fast. He ordered me a pizza on his phone as I was laying in his lap laughing. Smiling to him. Nothing but smiles. He was happy.  We got out of the car quickly. He threw me over the shoulder as I was kicking in screaming pretending to be scared. Laughing and smiling all the way into his room. He lightly dropped me and I freshened up in the restroom. Throughout the night I kept thinking "I hope I see him again". I walked my drunk and happy self back to the bed room. I jumped onto the bed and hugged and kissed him. I opened my eyes to beaming rays of sunlight. Just like that the night was gone. I had blankets on top of me and we had been holding hands all night. My clothes still on as well as last nights make up. I was shocked we didn't have sex because clearly I thought that's what he wanted. It was time for him to go home and leave to the city. I picked up my bag and he walked me out. He kissed my forehead and opened my car door and shut it. Just like that we separated. Back to our regular lives. 

I went back to my house and slept. We texted nonstop for weeks, continuous sweet nothings, no invitations to see him again. But to get to the part that most people are concerned about.... With all this love in the air. I forgot about what's really important to you people, the money. So I set the money in my glove compartment, before we went to get tea . And I never looked at it.  I remembered that he gave me some money, so I opened the glove compartment. I started counting. I am not going to declare exactly the amount of cash he gave me. But it was enough to put a hefty down payment on this Audi. So you can figure it out. Why he was holding this much cash on him or why he decided to only give me $10 in the beginning is up to your discretion. I regret not saving the money but I'm a college girl, stupid and silly.

So the ending between him and I is still pending. I went to New York finally. After 3 months after we met. I didn't tell him I was going to New York. I arrived in New York around 11:30 PM. The skyline was breathtaking, I had never seen anything like it in my whole life. I was in shock of the beauty. It was a Thursday night. I texted him 'cold day in New York' & he replied 'come over'. I slept over at his beautiful town home and then we parted ways. I went back to Arizona and I was getting anxious. I wanted more. I told him a few weeks later, after sleeping over,  (through text) basically - "The fact that you reject me so hard and ignore me makes me want you so much more. And then the fact that I know that I will never have you is so comforting. ... you gave me a mental complex the moment you made me cry in the back room of a night club. Im not asking for anything, trying to corner you, or anything uncomfortable. I am just telling you that for once I felt like someone understands. I just wanted to tell you that because it has been on my mind.” 

I did not get a reply for 3 months. Those months dragged on, I dreamed about him everyday. All the time. But when I finally thought I moved on, onto someone else. He replied "I think about you, All the time. And how u said I gave u a mental complex . And then thought it was probably time to ease off . Bc I'm in the process of getting divorced from a mental complex and that's scary to me … Sorry.  Prob not the right way to handle things. I will say .. Easy to pinpoint the best time I've ever had and it was at the bars with u. So much fun.  Love ur lips.   U did keep me up all night.  Every night."

There is no excuse for leaving me heartbroken for two months, because I remember crying every night for weeks. & There is still not a day that goes by where I don't think about him. I text him from time to time and hope I get a reply, rarely do. When I am drunk I send him wild messages, he replies and we go back to are every day lives. I dream about NYC and going back. I wake up every morning and hope to see his name of my phone, but nothing. Unsure of the exact information on his divorce, I went to his house and saw no traces of a woman. Even left my earrings behind on accident. Nothing. I hope that when he figures that out, he gives me a call. Knowing what he wants. And I can go back to New York City, because he was right when he laughed at me. He was right all along… New York is beautiful. I knew nothing at all. I want to know more.  And every time I sit in my beautiful white Audi I think of him. And I hope that everything is going great with him. And I hope this love story is not over.  Not sure what exactly occurred but it was enough to make me confused for months and months… 

Always leaving me wondering this one simple, but complex question … “What time is it in New York?”

(Most people thought this would be about the money and so did I. But somewhere in the end this turned into a love story. )

"Some love stories aren’t epic novels. Some are short stories. But that doesn’t make them any less filled with love."