21. [meh]

Finance guy was a bust. Boring. Dull. Dry. Eh.

The other guy I went on a date with was also pretty meh. He was super into me but I was just not feelin it. At all. I'm also pretty sure he exaggerated his means. This is an epidemic. I call it the

                                                BLAIR WITCH DADDY!

On the surface, everything seems legit. It sounds true. There are no obvious reasons to distrust, question, doubt. You go into it thinking "This is going to be great!"
WRONG. AGAIN. WRONG.

I look at everything. It's like looking at a diamond under a microscope. From far away, it may seem shiny and bright, but under that magnification, you can see all the nicks and blemishes and discolorations and suddenly, that diamond is not looking so perfect after all.

Examples:
What kind of car does a man drive? That says a lot. Make and model and year? Mileage? Lease or own?
What brand of clothes? Are his shoes worn or well-maintained?
Is he well-groomed? Where does he get his hair cut? What is his daily routine when it comes to maintenance? Favorite products? Oral hygiene?
What kind of phone does he have?
What area does he live in? Rent or own?
What places does he like to go to? Favorite restaurants? Hotspots?
Always google. ALWAYS. Names, emails, companies...verification is the name of the game!
 

As a sugar baby, I feel it is my duty to be nosy. I'm supposed to financially pry into these men. I have to make sure they can give me what they say they can. Both parties have standards. If I meet yours yet you don't meet mine, well...it was nice knowing you. Deuces!

That's exactly what happened to homeboy. He was nice enough, but nice enough doesn't do it for me. Sorry that I'm not sorry, bye!

edit

Mr. Slattery lookalike is spending the night tomorrow while bf is at some convention in nasty Texas. I'm so excited! I'm such a sucker for lust.

Also, Monday I have a date with my BIGGEST pot to date. This guy is in everything. Finance, real estate, media, design...I better pull this one! Wish me luck :)

19. [a treatise on sugar daddies]

Sugar dating is like regular dating, minus the bullshit.

We date because we want something from someone. We want someone to meet our needs, whether financial or emotional or social etc;
You are attracted to someone because they have something you don't. I am attracted to established men with wealth, because I am not at that point in my life yet.

I've met with a few men in the past week. One just could not realize that I was not in this to be his real girlfriend. Um, my profile clearly states...whatever.

He had his black amex, too. He cancelled my flight, didn't give me any sugar, and put me up in a hotel. And why? I wouldn't put out.

We have an arrangement. You and I have something worked out. I want your money. You want company from a gorgeous girl who would otherwise pass you right by without so much as a sencond glance if not for the thickness of your wallet. It's EASY and EASIER to figure out.

You don't hold up your end of the bargain and guess what? I don't hold up mine.

I don't understand what is so hard to understand, and to be honest, I don't really care. I find it DISGUSTING to potentially strand a poor girl in a place she's never been because you didn't get your way - because YOU DIDN'T MEET YOUR END OF THE DEAL.

He's lucky it was me, honestly. Most girls sugar dating don't have the means to take care of a situation like this...imagine if it would have been a sugar sister on her first trip...my heart breaks because I am sure there were many girls who found themselves in just this situation with no way out.

He needs to be punched in the face and removed from the sugar bowl...like yesterday.

I'm not trying to fuck you because I care about you or have feelings for you or want to marry you. I'm trying to fuck you because of the lifestyle you have and the lifestyle you could potentially provide for me. I could give a fuck about your boring stories or your lectures or your childhood problems. Sucks that your dad's dead, whatever, but that doesn't make it okay for you to treat me or anyone else like crap, or make me emotionally obligated to you. I could give a fuck about the motivations behind your success or the issues or the implications. I am here for one thing and one thing only: to reap the benefits.

If I am not reaping, you are not sowing. Simple as that. I'm not your fucking therapist. Take your problems to someone who cares.

Also, you're not hot. At all. Lumpy face and fat...total misrepresentation of yourself. You don't have the luxury of being an asshole.

And I'm beyond glad I always save 1/2 of my sugar...


PS - starting to think the Black Amex is the kiss of death for sugar...hmmm...

5. [Ugh.]

So far, I have only met with one POT. One word: DISASTUH.

This POT was one I had not mentioned in this blog. He seemed nice at first, but became clingy and rude and just ughhhhhh. Not my cuppa! He looked attractive in his pictures, though, so I gave him the benefit of the doubt. MISTAKE. Haha.

I got lost a few times when heading to our agreed upon place, so I was a little bit late. The entire time, he was getting frustrated with me, and though I don't blame him, he had me going somewhere I was completely unfamiliar with, in the middle of a huge rainstorm, super late at night.

We had talked on the phone beforehand, so I wasn't super uncomfortable, just kind of nonplussed by his abrasiveness - asking me if he could get a hotel room. I tell him to do whatever he wants, but we need to talk and work out our arrangement first. He says he can probably give me a few grand a month and I say okay.

I finally get there, and pulling into the parking lot, I see him standing. I know sometimes people use pictures from a few years ago, but his seriously had to be from a few decades ago. So ridic.

Forgiving that, I'm here, so I get out and he hugs me and yada yada yada. It's freezing and I really don't want to get in his car, and don't want him in mine, so I agree to go up to the room with him.

He starts getting a little bit touchy so I pull away and say we need to talk first. I ask him how he wants this all to work. He says he will give me money every time he sees me...wait...

I ask him how that works. He reiterates, telling me that he would give me a few hundred every time we have sex. I sternly remind him that I am not a hooker. I am not a prostitute. That is not how an arrangement works. He gets mad and says "Well, maybe we should leave." I agree and I turn to walk out. He then tells me he'll give me 150 to sleep with me. HELL NO! The nerve of some people, I swear. Knowing he won't go for it, I tell him 500. He says 200. I say 500 again. He says 250, then 300. I tell him what he is offering me is not the kind of arrangement I am seeking, and walk to my car. He follows me, and tells me "You drove all this way. You should just come upstairs with me for 10 minutes and I will give you 300. Don't miss out. You're wasting a good opportunity."

Um, no. I am leaving a misleading asshole using decades-old pictures who wants a hooker, not a true arrangement with someone I am actually attracted to. Fuck off.

I tell him maybe we will meet up another day, but I have not contacted him, nor has he contacted me. I am not at all regretful that I said no. I am actually extremely proud of myself for doing that.I will never compromise myself like that.

EDIT: He texted me about an hour ago. I have since blocked him. He's a John, not an SD.