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When the Millionaire Man Finally Came to Get Me
Years ago, I bartended at a spot down in the financial district that became a make shift night club after dark. During the day, a lot of the district’s Cool Kids would come and eat there on lunch breaks.
I struck up a nice rapport with some regulars who were raking it in. One group was younger guys, in their early to mid twenties, pulling good money in corporate chain supply. One loved baseball, and we would have nice conversations and he left pretty solid tips. After awhile, we realized we had some more in common as he was a D1 athlete at an Ivy League and I was a former professional and collegiate athlete as well. He was getting his Master’s in a social field but working corporate, which I also thought was so, so intriguing.
We eventually started talking outside of work. Through relationships we each had, we stayed friends. One Christmas, he called me up and asked me to come out for dinner. My son had been ordered for 2 weeks to stay down south with his dad, my adoptive Mom was receiving cancer treatments in a different state, and my home club I had been dancing at had just been raided and I was too afraid to go back. I had started going out to Milwaukee, and then my then boyfriend said, “let’s move in together.” Before I could blink, he had been hauled off to prison on felony charges. But not before trying to trick me out and getting…
