Estaba conociendo a un chico, pero cuando vi que él iba en serio, le pregunté

I was getting to know a guy, but when I saw he was serious, I asked him, “How much money are you going to give me a month for the privilege of being together?” He told me he wanted me to be with him for love, HAHAHAHA. A lady who respects herself doesn't give away her affection just because of feelings. Vanessa always says that important coincidences happen in places where only people who have learned not to look at the price of wine go. I met Sergio, the man with the German car, at a private tasting I went to with a friend from the club who has the good habit of inviting me to places where the air conditioning smells like old money. He was standing next to a table of Spanish reds, with that kind of quiet confidence that men have who don't need to raise their voices to be served first. He wore a discreet watch, impeccable shoes, and a posture too correct for one of those amateurs who rent a suit to put on a show. When he spoke to me, he didn't make the vulgar mistake of immediately flattering me; He asked about the wine, my opinion, and a new restaurant that had just opened. That's when I understood that, at least on paper, Sergio had the potential to enter my life without clashing with it. I'm not a woman who's easily impressed, much less by smiles or sentimental speeches. At this point, I can tell the difference between a man of means and one who just poses next to an expensive bottle to chat. From the first night, Sergio acted like someone used to paying without double-checking the bill and without having mini heart attacks over a menu without prices. He texted me the next day with a specific invitation, not that silly teenage "let's get together sometime." We went to dinner at a place with a hard-to-book menu, and from the first course, he made it clear that he knew how to treat a woman of presence. He not only paid, but he understood that certain gestures aren't appreciated because they aren't gifts; they're the bare minimum to avoid looking foolish. For the first few weeks, he made sure to do things properly. He picked me up in clean cars, arrived on time, made reservations at places where I wouldn't have to run into people chewing with their mouths open, and never embarrassed me by suggesting "simple" plans like walks, fairs, or cafes with uncomfortable chairs. 0:00 Main Story 10:23 Main Story Comments 11:43 Update 1 19:21 Update 1 Comments 20:36 Update 2 28:56 Update 2 Comments 30:12 Update 3 40:16 Update 3 Comments 41:23 Update 4