Dona E. Bowens

Some of the more observant among you may have noticed that I lead a rather , let’s say random life. I don’t know if my life is random as much I take notice of the absurdities and often indulge them. I mean YOLO and all of that (eye roll). One of the absurdities I indulged was that time I had a Sugar Daddy, of sorts, back in Boogie Down Barcelona. You’ll have to wait for the book for that whole chapter—and it’s already written…it’s just the re-write that’s gonna to murder me. But as usual, I digress.

I never hung my panties on the bedpost (or anywhere else for that matter) for Sugar Daddy despite his be$t effort$ for the nearly two years he was my “student.” I even had the man making charitable donations to a cause dear to my heart; literary magazines. He finally figured out it wasn’t gonna happen and ghosted me. It was cool. I cried myself to sleep reeking of the Chanel #5 he’d bought me while on a Parisian bizness trip. Ohhhh, how I suffered.

Any ole way. That was a good time and a good story never to happen again, right? Right?! How about that cliche about lightning not striking twice and all of that? Are you telling me that the universe just randomly sent me another one? Nahhhh…

To Be Continued…