Monday, August 29, 2016

Are The Gods Conspiring to Keep Me Celibate?

Late last week I nearly went insane with lust.  A warm summer afternoon in sunny Southern California is like a horror film for a horndog like me.  Everywhere I turned, I saw gorgeous, nubile young females, attractively-attired, gracefully elegant, and blissfully unaware of my desperate ogling.  I was invisible to all of them.  No one knew I hadn't had sex in over a month, and anyway, none of them would have consented to helping a man out in his time of need.

It was torture, I tell ya, TORTURE.

Throughout this process I've honored my commitment not to go back to the sugar website and scout for more talent.  It's a distraction I can't afford right now -- not that I couldn't afford it financially, I just can't afford the time commitment to be a searching sugar daddy.

Still, the horniness nearly consumed me.  I scoured my past contacts on my phone looking for someone I could play with.  Sam was out of town and wasn't returning until the next week.  But all I could find were previous disasters: Leah, College, Chic, Jade, Red -- women I'd never go near again. There were also a couple I'd never slept with and probably never would.  And then there was Mel. Sexy, curvy Mel, whom I'd encountered last November, and with whom I'd canceled two dates. Always liked her, but I always kept my distance because she just happened to enter my life when I wanted a more secure, long-term arrangement, and I didn't really see her as that type.  Now, with arrangements being off the table until I make it through the next six weeks or so, I could look at Mel with a different perspective.

I sent her a text with my picture and "do you remember me?"

"Of course I remember you, Porter!  How are you?  Still with the same girl?"

She didn't waste any time, did she? "No, I'm currently unattached," I replied.

She said she was also not seeing anyone.  "Shall we try to meet next week?" she asked.

I was dying right then and there. "You always said to contact you if I wanted to see you with a couple hours' notice, haha"

She was unavailable that day, but she said Mondays were her day off.

So we made plans to get together this afternoon.

Unfortunately, I woke up with a major allergy attack.  I have hayfever, but it's been completely dormant for a long time.  Until yesterday, when I was somewhere where the pollen count was unbelievably high.  I sneezed and sneezed for hours.  Once I got home, I felt better, but the pollen was still in my system, and when I woke up I started sneezing again.  Ugh.  What could possibly be worse?

I texted Mel this morning to tell her that it was iffy at this point, but I wanted to check in with her in a couple of hours to see if the meds I took had me feeling better.

As of now, I'm feeling OK so I'm going to go for it.

Long-time readers are thinking, "Wait, what? He's doing a pay-for-play date?  What happened to the big 'paradigm shift' he so passionately wrote about?" That is still there.  Unfortunately, it hasn't gone too well since then.  It could have been great with Aussie, but she made some critical choices and wound up completely broke, no longer the type of woman with whom I wanted a long-term arrangement, and forced to return to Australia.  Chic showed early promise, but eventually revealed herself to be a little immature and not interested in anything emotional.  So, until I'm ready again to swim the deep end, I'll stay in the shallow end.

More after my date with Mel.

Monday, August 22, 2016

Sugar Daddy Going Dark

No, I was not hinting that my next Sugar Baby was going to be African American.  I made my preferences clear more than two years ago that I'm just not as attracted to African American women as others.  Besides I would never use language like that.

No, dear readers. The search for a mistress is temporarily ending, as I focus on my business.  Lots of money at stake over the next couple of months.  I don't have the time or the energy to scroll through profile after profile, send messages, texts, and have phone calls and lunches over the next month or so.  When I have sacrificed my time in the past to engage in a search, my business has suffered.  So, I want to get a serious financial pad beneath me before I jump in again.

Meanwhile, Sam is still in my life, although this week she's out of town dancing up a storm. We'll probably meet up late next week for fun.

Thinking of Sam makes me think of the previous serious SBs I've had and I've wondered where they've gone.  Here's what I know so far (based on social media and recent conversations):
CC: now over 40, whereabouts unknown
C/Hayden/Mrs. B: late 20s, married, living in SoCal, happy as can be
Dale: late 20s, engaged, living in the Rockies, young kid and another on the way
Wanda: mid 20s, moved to Montana three years ago, circumstances unknown
Lola: late 30s, whereabouts unknown
Jade: mid 30s, recently moved to the east coast to be with "family and friends," no relationship to speak of
Leah: late 20s, living with parents, grad student, has a new boyfriend
Audrey: late 20s, has had the same boyfriend for more than a year
Staci: late 20s, circumstances unknown
Aussie: late 20s, moved back to Australia
Glad that most of them are living happy lives.

I should be posting here periodically and on Let's Talk Sugar in the next month.  Thanks for reading!

Friday, August 19, 2016

An Apology

Yesterday, I tweeted a link to my last post which read, "What is it with periods anyway?  Don't you SBs know you can take pills that prevent them? Daddy needs to see you!"

What was obvious to me -- that I was being intentionally whiny and childish -- was not obvious to some of my readers/followers.  For that, I'm sorry.  My male privilege definitely showed up unintentionally.

Let me be clear: I do not fault Sam, or any woman (Sugar Baby or not) for cancelling a date or other event because she's gotten her period.  I was feeling sorry myself because Sam's cancellation was the third one in three weeks.  I did not take it well, obviously.

My intention with the tweet was to poke fun at myself, and at no one else, for being selfish.  Those who read the actual post would not have seen the same tone at all, but that's not an excuse.

So, again, I am sorry for being an insensitive man, and a poor communicator.  I have always respected my SBs and appreciate everyone who follows me and reads my posts.

Thanks again for reading and please keep doing so.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Sam Cancels: I Can't Catch a Break

Sam got her period today, so no date.  This is third date in a row (two with Chic) that has been canceled at the last minute.  I'm out more than $500 for three reserved hotel rooms.  I have to find a better way to book a room than this.

Sam then told me she has a friend who is moving here in November and wanted to introduce me to her.  Sent me a pic, and she's cute.  She's apparently also bisexual, but Sam isn't sure if she'd participate in a threesome with me and her.

As of now, I'm off the market and not looking for anyone new until October, so if I want to have sex, it'll have to be a one-off, either with an escort or with Sam.

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Do All Roads Lead Back to Sam?

After breaking things off with Chic yesterday, I resolved not to go back onto the Sugar Daddy website so that I could focus on work.  Lots of money to be made in the next couple of months!

Meanwhile, just because I decided not to resume a new search, I didn't resolve to give up on having great sex.  My old standby has always been Sam, and yesterday I reached out to her and asked if she wanted to get together this week.  I can't believe we met three years ago and are still seeing each other.  The last time we were together was, I thought, our last time together, but with my total failure to bag Red, Aussie going back home and Chic being kicked to the curb, I want to be with someone I can at least see occasionally.

So all roads appear to lead back to Sam.

Details later this week!


Sunday, August 14, 2016

Moving On Without Chic

As I wrote previously, my third date with Chic has been canceled twice, the last time because Chic wrecked her car.  I felt horrible for her, since her car was a total loss, the other driver had no insurance, and she was essentially jobless (though not for long) and lacked the funds to do much of anything around transportation.

The day after our date I wondered about my next moves.  As with Aussie, a girl with no money is not an easy partner, especially for someone like me who does very well but does not have an unlimited supply of disposable funds.  I had to let Aussie go, as I believed that any money I threw at her, knowing she had to return to Australia, would be gone forever.

With Chic, however, I figured that I could help her get back on her feet (at least temporarily) and continue to see her.  After thinking it through, I couldn't very well buy her a new car, or even lease her one (there'd be no way I could conceal that from DW).  Since employment wasn't far away for her, I knew that if I could at least get her a car to use she'd feel less overwhelmed.  I decided to rent her a car for two weeks, perhaps longer, to make sure she had the means to get herself to and from work (and, hopefully, our dates).

That morning, I sent her a text and presented my offer.  "Wow," came her reply, adding, "And I would be insured on it and everything?"  I assured her that if she had insurance she'd be covered.

But she turned down my offer the next morning, saying, "I think I'm just going to Uber around.  I don't want you to have to get me a car.  I can just walk when possible."

I was flabbergasted.  A free car for two weeks, and she was saying no? What self-aware Sugar Baby does this? "Take the gift," I urged her, "you'll save hundreds of dollars in Uber charges." It didn't occur to me to pay for her Uber, because I was just so surprised she wouldn't want a car to get her to and from work and to stores, etc.  Still, I couldn't press the matter. "Not sure why you'd say no," I wrote, "but if that's your wish I'll respect that.  When do you want to get together again?"

No answer.

It bothered me that not only did she refuse my offer, but she didn't feel it warranted at least a Thank You that I made the offer. Chic struck me as hiding something, but I didn't know what.  I figured I'd ask her again about getting together, though, and I'd learn more.

That sure happened.  Sunday morning, I asked again.  Still no answer.  The app we use for messaging tells me when my messages are sent, when they're delivered, and when they're read.  I know she's read every single message.  But she's ghosting me for some reason.

No matter. Life's too short to wonder why, so I'll be moving on from Chic right away.  Not sure if I'll even look for someone else right away, as I've got huge things happening at work for the next six weeks.  I'll be making more in that short period of time than I made in all of last year, and I'll need to focus.  When I'm on the search for a Baby, I get so totally distracted I can't get my work done.  Plus, even with this next six weeks, I'd like also to map out my fourth quarter and do just as much business as I've done in the third quarter.

So goodbye Chic.  And, dear readers, you may not hear much from me for awhile. Please send your comments and feedback about this post!


Friday, August 12, 2016

Wrecked

Date #3 with Chic did not happen.

I arrived at the hotel at the appointed time, checked in, and proceeded to clean myself up, set the room up, take out the allowance envelope and condoms and lube, and then I took all my clothes off and climbed into bed to await her arrival.

Ten minutes later, Chic texts me to tell me, "Someone just hit me."  Oh no! I respond, are you OK? She said her neck hurt and that her car was totaled.  The EMTs and police were on scene and they were advising her to go to the hospital for observation, so that's what she did.  She checked out fine and went home last night with pain meds.  Feeling sore this morning, but not as bad as she feared, so she feels her recovery will be quick.

Meanwhile, the driver who hit her has no car insurance.  So she has no car, not much of a job, and no money to replace the car.  Her situation is about as dire as Aussie's was.  I'm seeing if there's a way I can help, perhaps to pay for a rental car for a couple of weeks so she can get around and work on next steps.  We're talking about that right now.

I feel terrible for Chic, such an awful thing to happen.

Her unfortunate accident also had an effect on me.  With allowance money, a paid-for hotel room, and horniness up the ying-yang, I started texting other girls.  First to Sam (out of town), then to Sascha, then even to Red.  That last one was a huge mistake.  Her response to my greeting: "Hi Porter, hope you're well."  That was the total death brush off, so I let that one go right away.  I couldn't believe I did that. I felt like shit afterward and went home in a horrible mood.  I didn't want to see anyone or talk to anyone.  My older kid wanted time with me but I just brushed it off, saying, "I had a day, kiddo; not in the mood right now, but maybe later."  We eventually hung out.

In bed with DW that night, I convinced her to let me hold her close and have some body to body contact.  That got me to calm down and I slept well.

Not sure of my next moves. Making sure Chic is alright is important, but I don't want to go down the rabbit hole with someone I barely know.