Hello there! My name is Penny… and if you wanna hear a story about cynical, dirty heartbreakers, be my guest. I’m a huge expert in this field, because I am one of them. Since high school, boys have always liked me wherever I went… As for me — I never fell in love with anyone… The only sensation I had was that strange satisfaction when I trampled someone’s feelings… It usually worked the following way. Step one — I meet a new guy, he likes me and I give him false hope. Step two — the guy takes steps to become my boyfriend or lover and I extract everything he is able to provide in terms of gifts and emotions. Step three — he falls in love and I ghost him in the meanest possible manner.
I could sleep peacefully only when someone out there was suffering because of me. Psychologists would probably explain this by citing my childhood trauma… My Dad used to be a chronic gambler. We lived in Vegas. I don't remember my Mom — she abandoned me and Dad before I even learned to walk… When I was 5, Dad lost all his property in a poker game, left me alone in our home (the one that he lost), and escaped. I’ve never heard anything from him since that day. I had to spend two days alone before the neighbors and social workers rescued me…
I was sent to live with my grandmother in the most boring place on the planet! She was very violent and forbade me to do everything. She told me awful things about my Mom and constantly repeated that I was just like her. No wonder that I ran away from that old witch! At the age of 18, I decided to become a flight attendant. But I didn't have enough money to pay for my education, so I collected $4,000 from the most faithful prisoners in my friend zone: Josh, Mike, Terry, and the guy in a yellow T-shirt… I can’t remember his name… So, anyways, I moved to another state and in six months transformed into a brand new, hot flight attendant!
I was hired by a local airline and my new career brought my love games to a new level. I’ve never seen so many attractive rich men in one place before! I received tons of invitations from passengers to hang out after landing. And sometimes, if I saw that the guy was wealthy and naive, I accepted them.
After a while, I developed relationships with several men in different areas. At first, it was very exciting. I received attention, went on adventures, and got monetary support in every city. Dan from Colorado took me to his rancho and taught to ride horses. Tim from New York took me to the best restaurants and bought me luxury outfits. Rick from California sailed with me on his yacht. Stan from Maryland gave me a limitless gift card from his SPA chain, where I got my lip plumping done, by the way. And so on… My job was the perfect alibi — every guy was convinced that he was the one for me… And they waited patiently for our next meeting, like idiots! Most of those guys didn't even get the chance to kiss me… I lied about my strict Catholic education, which made them try even harder to win my trust. If someone bothered me, I said goodbye and replaced them. I worked in business class, so I had no problem with searching for a new sugar daddy… I know… It’s mean, but I just couldn’t help myself! Is there anything more entertaining than the humiliation of an arrogant male? I don't think so!
Three years later, I decided to spend my annual 28-day vacation at home, because I was exhausted and depressed. My wardrobe was full of expensive brands, I had tried all the delicious meals, travelled to every destination around the country, improved every part of my body. But still something was missing. I began to skip the gym, forego my usual beauty procedures and dates, and I didn't leave apartment for weeks.
One night my best and only friend Caron came over to my place and saw my gloomy mood. She was a flight attendant too by the way. Her advice was to stop wasting energy and find one good man. Since I was not able to fall in love, I could at least find a wealthy guy to take care of all my needs and hug me at the end of the day… We studied the list of my fake boyfriends and I realized that none of them was the perfect fit. So, I got rid of them and a new chapter of my life began.
When my vacation was up, Caron and I launched our secret mission: “Find The Groom.” We analyzed every man on each flight to be my potential husband. And we had a lot of fun! One day, she told me to pay attention to an elegant passenger in his 50s sitting by a window. As I poured him a drink, I learned that his name was Harry. Harry was wearing a very expensive old school watch and really pleasant perfume. No ring, no photos of kids on his wallpaper...
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