PART 3 : DECEND INTO THE SOCIOPATH
The following morning, as I woke up, I was going to let it ride and be an incidence of too much drinking. Mike was so hung over though, that he spent the entire day in bed. He introduced me to this elderly woman that I guess sort of motherly figure a few weeks ago. I guess she took a liking to me as well, so we exchanged numbers. She was quite concerned that day, as I was too. Mike had heart issues and we both agreed this wild stuff is just not healthy. I think she knew I wanted him to slow down. Anyway, I still resume looking for properties in the price range that is In his budget. I got a showing scheduled for a Sunset Plaza newly built modern home. It was so nice but would be awhile to get finished. He also had a realtor digging up listings, so she found this one place along Wilshire where supposedly Farrah Faucet and other stars resided. Full service building with concierge.
We look at a massive 3 bdm top floor that has an outdoor balcony. Then we're shown the unit that he went nutz over. Definitely had a NYC bachelor style to it, but I could just tell that it wasn't in good condition . Nevertheless he loved the TV that came out of the chest. Very outdated too for 2013. The wenge wood closets. The thing is it had NO OUTDOOR SPACE and that was the sore spot. I wanted a private area to smoke medi weed and chill, and that didn't matter to him. I decided since it was a tight market, to make do for the year, and then find another place after the lease is through. I told him I really wanted a house, but I'll settle on this for now being the market is tight. So I thought we had it settled, but a little bit later that turns out to be a mistaken impression.
For now let us venture into Neiman Marcus in Beverly Hills, and shop, but who out shops who... I let my unique selectivity go to work, and I come across a pair 999.00 Daniel Hanson English silk PJ's then I want a pair of 1200.00 Kiton tan pants, found a pair of Brioni with silk, an Armani poly blend slacks and a Zegna stripe shirt. I was done. Didn't see anything else I wanted, or rather needed. So I spot Mike in the shoe department, he's just dying to buy me some Gucci trainers. My choice of shoe, is the slip on Ecco loafer. Like anything in life I will try it to see how I like it, and I actually thought they looked neat. Now it's the look that I incorporate into my sporty way of dressing. Near the end of this extravaganza of shopping. There's another hiccup. Turns out Mr. big spender went over his limit. I decided, I would pick up the balance on my AMEX green card. I was actually commended on this decision, however Amex would not honor the $2500 worth of merchandise until I pay them more. Needless to say, the rest of the merchandise was put on hold.
Meanwhile, my Hollywood friend was getting together an idea I had for publicity I have a B rated movie about rich kids in Beverly Hills. My idea was to shoot the cast in the car with the background being Hillcrest Dr in the Beverly Hills flats neighborhood. The picture you see of me standing by the car was after the publicity shot. I was looking forward to offering even more ideas, but it just didn't turn out.
It's not long before that moving starts to begin, but first I have a little fun moment. The so-called staff, were put in a room just two floors below ours on the ground. Mike is a real prankster, so he tosses a can of soda down. We watch it explode. The next thing we know, we're dropping bigger stuff, unopened drinks , food, a chair. Bomb after bomb dropped, finally we had one of those big boxes of sangria. I grabbed it, and let it hung over, dropped it... BOOM!! The whole porch covered in sangria and a whole mess. We laughed so hard and hysterically. He called it serious fuckery on then. That was probably the funniest moment of my time with him.
Now comes the romantic one. One Halloween I won't forget. He decides he wants to take me to the Peninsula hotel where the Belvedere restaurant is. He wants to order Petrosian caviar, and I'm unaware of the decadent experience coming to my taste buds. So here comes a tin on salt rocks, with 5 toppings : creme fraiche, hard boiled egg yolk, chives and scallion with toast points. I'm shown how make one and my palate is in overdrive. He can see I recognize refinement by my grandmothers raising. We were definitely in a romantic blissful moment together savoring the caviar. I had a very rich duck risotto that I could not finish. The caviar was quite filling, but I didn't know until later, but he was making comments on my FB page "love you I do"
Anyway, romance turns to chaos. The way he organized his move was completely wrong. Somehow 5000 ft.Ā² of furniture, was dumped in a 2000 ft.Ā² apartment. One day before the actual move in. I was told most of my things would be moved over. That day I had an appointment with a facial specialist. After it was over I was going over to the condo. When I arrived it was wall to wall with boxes, and way too much. Lots of old feminine furniture too. It was so overwhelming, I had to contain myself to that back room, where I could open a window to smoke from. I planned to make this my little hangout room anyway, to play games in. So I hung out back there and till he was ready to leave. On the way back, we were both quiet. He didn't say a word and neither did I, but I knew something was wrong. I decided to go out on the balcony and smoke. Talk to a friend for some advice. Then I went inside, as I came into the room. He said we need to talk. I said yes I think we do. He said I think we're on different paths. I said I'm trying to adjust. I said again that we need to give things time to settle down. I thought we had an understanding at that point.
It was the final night in the hotel, before we would move into the condo. Boxes are stacked everywhere, so little has been unpacked as we move in. I'm thinking how is all of the stuff going to fit in here ?!? It's just not possible. It's creating so much anxiety that I have to literally hide in the back room. I have no idea why this man wanted to move into a condo with no beds delivered, and use Aero beds in the meantime. One was chosen with no headboard in it, and the one I wanted I chose with headboard. When we get them blown up he realizes I chose the better bed. So he sends his bodyguard back to the store to get one like that.
I decided to surf the channels from DirecTV he just installed. I found Homeland, and since he had never seen that show. I started at the very beginning of the series and we watched them together. Seemed to know Claire Danes well. We ordered in from California Pizza and kept watching until we both pass out.
I wake up at like 4 am, thirsty and ready for a hit. I quietly get up and head to the back bedroom. I start watching surfing YouTube videos thinking about getting in the surfing again since I'm not far from the coast. Eventually light breaks. So he comes in while I'm sitting watching a video. He stands there and says nothing to me for a few mins then walk off. He comes back a few minutes later, and tells me that this is not working out. Maybe we could be roommates. I was completely baffled by this sudden turn of face. It was disturbing, but nevertheless I wanted to work this out.
So I go back into the bedroom, and he is pulling up his laptop, and I am watching him go on to the site that he found me on and start looking. I really feel insulted by this. At first, he starts looking at women. I found that phase to be bizarre and maybe just trying to get into my head. After a few days he stops doing that, and goes back to looking men. I'm thinking he can't be serious about all this after all I have done for him, but yes I could see that he was ready to trade me for someone else regardless.
It wasn't long before all kinds of text and email messages from the sites would be pouring in. I put up with this for about 2 to 3 days, and then I confront him. I tell him we need to talk. He says there's nothing to talk about. I was fun at first, but not so fun anymore. I said a relationship isn't always fun. He said that I need to get on with my own life. He said he would like me to stay around for his birthday though. I am determined to make him realize that he is making a mistake. I get people close to me to craft an email together, and maybe that will get through to him. No it doesn't. Not even what his mother lived by "what a difference a day can make" He said sweet letter, but it's not going to save you.
So fine, I give up and reopen my profiles. Maybe I will connect with somebody just in time while I'm out here. Several times while I was living there ready to go to sleep, he goes out alone, and comes back piss drunk. I help him to the bathroom, because he can't even walk to the toilet. I try to be there even though I know he's attempting to replace me. And before me he connected with me some other guy who ripped off a Cartier roadster watch his and sold it to pawn shop. He made drunken slurs like what do I need for financials. Well after everything I've been through I said $30,000 uprooting my entire life to start one for you. He didn't say yes or no but entertaining what I'm asking in a drunken stupor. For a week I felt scared like a hostage, just keeping to myself meanwhile he's chatting on the sites and getting texts. I said to myself if only these guys knew what they are getting themselves into.
To close this up, he had some friend coming from Sacramento, a valley guy for sure, like totally š for his B-day. Trying to hit on me to boot. He brought a undried flower bud with him, so he def had my friendly attention but I wasn't into him like that. He was also going through my clothing and wearing it! No I wasn't pleased at all, but Mike let him do whatever basically. We all went to dinner at Mr C's for my last night. That night Mike order Super Tuscan wine, which I loved every drop. Dinner not so great Italian fare for me. Near the end of dinner they start talking about going into a private party tent, and I'm really not into this crowd. I've seen it for what it is. I thought they just wanted to drop by for a few mins and then go. Well I sat for and stood near the entrance for an hr and it's getting COLD, but even the MJ smoker is banished there.
Eventually I get a text from Mike he's telling me to come in. I hardly know any of these people, but I go in. It's just like what you saw on the Entourage series and it's surreal, so I just stand around as an onlooker, but I certainly don't know how to make conversation with these people. I'm just waiting for Mike to make his way around the room and get tired. Well will drop by turns into about 2 1/2 hours, and I'm not exactly thrilled about this. Finally it gets late, and it begins to wind down. He's definitely drunk again, along with friend and so called bodyguard. I guess the big man held his liquor best. They stopped at a liquor store to buy Cristal for the B-day.
When we got back to the apartment, I was ready to roll, and I guess everyone was ready to smoke. So 4 people get on a Juliet balcony. Try to imagine 4 people on a little Juliet balcony, and a lot of liquor is speaking...FUN! This friend of Mikes has the hots for me, but for some reason Mike was ready to suck it. He did want to kiss, but he also kept slapping me too, not hard, but it was bothersome. He kept saying DELUSIONAL sexual acts with JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE AND ZACK EFFRON, like fucking them and marry the boy who stol his watch. Yeah I didn't buy it, Mike was convinced of what he was saying to me, but I knew this was off the reservation. I thought maybe this little sexual interlude starting to happen I could patch things together and we can work through it like every relationship operates . So I let him suck and drink. He passed out after that. His friend passed out in my bed.
So the last night that I spent with him I slept with him close together. I thought our sleeping together at least signaled that we were getting back on track, but I was extremely mistaken the following morning.
A morning that I shall never forget. I had secretly bought Mike a birthday card that was dirty humor. The older lady that I mentioned who I thought I could confide in, came in the bedroom with a priority envelope. She said it's here. It is 500k life insurance. It didn't take him long to get up and going. As he was ready to leave, I gave him a kiss and said happy birthday! That was the last time I saw Mike.
In about 2 to 3 hours I was due to be at the facial specialist for a treatment. Near the time of heading out, The bodyguard comes back alone. He comes in the back room and tells me that I need to get my things and we're leaving. I said Mike wanted me to stay for his birthday. He said things have changed. This is where I knew I was being thrown out. I called my other friend hysterically crying and scared. This is the situation I have dreaded. I never wanted to put myself in. Part of me wanted to put up a fight, but another part of me just wanted to be rid of this too. I guess Mike wasn't kidding when he told me not to unpack all my clothing and put it in the closet. It wasn't easy to just pack up in 15 minutes. I knew whatever I left behind I won't be getting back. One of my suitcases went to storage so I was unable to pack a lot of clothing like isn't cheap rags, but since Mike pulled this stunt I took a brand new pair Kitons he had stored with me and stuffed it in my bag. I could have and should have taken a few more of his pants with me, but I just wanted to be done with it. His stupid idiot friend cost me my Brioni long sleeve silk polo.
So me and all my things are driven to...the hotel where it all stared Le Montrose. I'm sitting in car and waiting and waiting. So I get out and go to desk. He's telling he can pay for 2 weeks but they need a card or cash for incidentals, like 2400 worth. So I asked him how much is that ? He said 5000. I said take me to my friend Steven, and I will stay there with him. Very inconsiderate but I expected it. Drop me off on the side of the curb with all my things and took off! It's not completely over! In fact it gets a little dirty, and thoughts of revenge and vindication are what's coming to mind now. My friend Steven tells me things too that he was told by Mike that were quite upsetting to hear. Anyway there is a little more to this, an epilogue if that's what you want to call it where I stay for 2 more weeks . I intend to add it in, but this is how the main story ends, left off, with no closure or reasons.
Hollywood high life is fun and intriguing, alluring and desiring, but behind it is a darkness and ill Intentions you won't know until later. I'll go back to Entourage, and that I had fantasies of experiencing all that shown, and after I got to see what Entourage was like in reality, that fantasy went away. These Hollywood sugar daddy types can be quite exciting, and all the things that you could be exposed to being with them, but do not let tensile town life cloud your judgment. Without money you are dirt on the street there. I'm over entertainment sectors, unless the individual is grounded. No exceptions at all. I have vowed only to return to LA if there is a person there, not for the Hollywood fast life. A sugarbaby must have their wits dealing with entertainment fields. Don't get fooled like I was about it all or you will get hurt. I hope there was a lot to glean from this entire story. Please re-blog and share if you know someone that can benefit from reading it.
