"What Have I Gotten Myself Into Again?" – My First Sponsor Relationship with a 38-Year-Old Billionaire

"What Have I Gotten Myself Into Again?" – My First Sponsor Relationship with a 38-Year-Old Billionaire

As a young university student, I got tired of how hard it is to balance studying, parties, fun, and earning money. I see most of my acquaintances with average parental backgrounds also struggle with how to make ends meet during their university years. But I got bored of monotony, of having soul-crushing work alongside school eat up all my free time.

I've always loved meeting people, loved beautiful things, new clothes, gifts, and of course parties. But all this costs a lot of money, and I couldn't afford it.

I came across a site where you don't have to be ashamed and can be yourself. Some seek a serious relationship, others a travel companion — but plenty want simply to spoil their partner with dinners, parties, private boat trips, expensive jewelry. They have one thing in common: they want to have fun, feel good, live.

These people equally love luxury, lavishness, gifts, partying — and they can afford it!

I started registering. I didn't want a serious relationship, but who knows? It can't be bad to start by browsing among people with secure existence. Plus, somehow guys my age never appealed to me. I know what I want, but it takes time to reach it. I liked that things aren't defined here. We'll see what comes of it — that's also my mindset.

I met a man. For a few days we exchanged just a few sentences, but there was harmony between us. I don't like wasting my time, so we agreed to meet in person. Of course we chose a busy place — and not just anywhere. One of the city's most upscale restaurants.

High heels, red dress, thin eyeliner. I love dressing up, so naturally I made an effort. As I stepped through the door, I was glad I hadn't been stood up. Just as attractive as in the photos. His smile was even more charming, his hair mixed with grey strands — clearly an active sportsman. Tennis? Squash? I'd find out soon.

His strong arm rested restrainedly on my waist as we greeted each other; I felt his heartbeat too step up a notch. I smiled — I love these moments.

I had that certain feeling, as if I knew him from somewhere. Instead of the usual questions — where are you from, what do you do, what do you enjoy — we quickly jumped into the deep end. He has no trouble devoting attention to me; the fine wine and special dishes also help me lose track of time.

We laugh a lot. I learn he's not married — which exceeds my expectations — that he has little time because he's constantly commuting due to international interests. He often goes sailing and once would gladly take me along, he notes.

I decide that in the future I won't invest my energy in someone whose words don't interest me. I'm a good listener, and he loves that I take an interest. He's interested too — I can see it in his smile.

At the end of dinner he calls me a taxi and waits until it arrives. We didn't meet for the last time — I can sense it from his glance.

Since then we've sailed in the Adriatic, and on my birthday he surprised me with a beautiful necklace. We dine in restaurants every evening, and he often takes me to private parties.

But there's no exclusivity at all! He never calls me on Thursdays because he knows I spend that time with my fellow students. I'm young, I want to enjoy life, and he lets me unfold. He even supports me in everything. Okay, we have wonderful moments together, but it's not about possession. He owns enough as it is, he said one day. He's drawn to the fact that I meet others. That he can't tame me. I just smiled at this: what have I gotten myself into again?

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