GENESIS OF A SUGAR DADDY

II/EVERY THING HAS A BEGINNING

Wednesday 1986, the sky was blue, the wind is blowing softly, I am on my way to go to school, thinking of what? I don't really know but for sure I love her. How can I know it? Maybe it's because she's beautiful or  because she smiled at me the last day, no that can't be because she does it with everybody, but why did this time it seemed to be so special?
I was 8 years old, when I fell in love for the first time. The first time I loved someone else more than myself. A few years later I leaned how devil a woman can be when you're poor.
Now I am 55 years old, entrepreneur, owner of my own business, I have enough money now that can sustain me even if I don't work for the rest of my life.
I do enjoy life  and I've made my family especially my mom proud of me, they are out of need and I owe It to myself and my tenacity to work.
But I only miss one thing, something crucial for the average   people I would say, I'm not married and I don't have children. However it does not bother me.
I don't know if I would support to share my life now with someone who was not here when I needed her the most in my past. When I struggled to find some comfort in the arms of whatever soul who would  accept to make me become a part of her.
No one wanted me before and as a magical trick they want me now that I'm successful? No way!
Why should I content myself with only one of them when I can have as much as I want?
Why should I respect them? Did they think of me when they hurt me?
All these thoughts were just in my head while driving in my car to a hotel with this young and beautiful woman sitting next to me, she was taking some pictures with her phone, at some times she wanted to make a conversation with me , but to say what? We had nothing in common.  The only reason why she's in my car is because I've found her to be beautiful during this night. What is her name ? I don't even know, what would I do with it? She's just the fourth girl I've carried to this hotel this week; THE PRUDENTIELLE HOTEL, a five star hotel: my favorite one in town.
How old is she? I don't know, I don't need it, if she has accepted to come with me it means  she is enough old to understand what is happening now and what will happen next.
Is she one of these girls? Is she innocent or she's just playing the game of love? Is she doing it to do something more important after? Maybe to pay her fees at university... Does she even go to school?
Or she's trying to get money to feed her family, but what family? Does she have a child or she's one of these children from a multiple family? Where parents are irresponsible and can't take enough care of their children.
Why am I questioning myself about her life? Did they do so a few years ago?
She was maybe two or three years older than me, smart, beautiful, graceful, polite and appreciated by every body around, she was for me the one that my heart had chosen.
I wanted to stand out by all the ways to impress her and make her feel what I felt for her.