Paying in antiques
my doubting led to cursing and anger.............this was the first time id been burnt and it stung.
I decided my sugar days were over, it was too risky......i felt used.
After a week of bitterness and avoidance of all males........i got a phone call one night whilst in the library. The number was blocked but it was him. Oh this was good I thought, I wonder what he has to say for himself. The small talk was agnoising, I dont know why but he figured id want to talk about 'how my day was, or what im doing in the weekend' .
Finally he cut to the chase......."Im sorry about the money, I have something I need to explain to you" can you do dinner on wednesday? Ill give you the cash then.
I told him "i wasnt sure and wanted to see it in my account first" (yes i was still irritated at him). He pleaded with me to just "trust him". I finally conceded in and agreed to meet him. If nothing else at least I may get my money, then i can up and leave. Sugar relationships are meant to be simple. this one was far too much drama and it had only been a week.
Wednesday rolled around and I met him at 'la porchetta' an italian restaurant on the waterfront.
My bitterness had motivated me to dress extra beautiful. I wanted him to realise just what he was about to lose. I picked a simple princess line dress in a deep purple and black kitten heels. I wore my long hair down. The blondness of my hair paired with the purple dress gave me a sultry, sexy look. I was ready to kill...literally?
We settled into dinner. my dress had the effect i desired; he couldn't keep his eyes off me.
Sitting down he sighed- grabbed my hand and proceeded to tell me the following tale:
"Im in the middle of a lawsuit with my company and just had to pay my lawyers bill, I dont have any money left over at present". "Just give me a bit more time".
I glanced sideways at him. "sure buddy......you were fine before, how coincidental?!"
He tries to explain the questions i direct at him but his explanations are vague.
Him: I know its coincidental
him: yes I know its strange I dont have savings but i've come out of a messy divorce a year back and lost most of my assets. After the divorce I went crazy and spent everything i had.
him: yes I get a high wage- but its mainly bonuses and commission. Because i''m in trouble at present my bonus and commission have stopped.
I got up gracefully from the table after finishing my meal (of course) and told him I had to leave. He pleaded with me, and pressed a coin into my hand
The coin was from 1648........apparently worth 3k.........apparently a token of his word.
But what use was a coin? and what about the real coinage he owed me?
was this the last id hear of him? was there something more to the coin?
the end?
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
The Missing Coin, Part 3
Rose Coloured Glasses
The last post left me driving off to classes after a evening and night of fine wine, dessert and fantastic sex in a beautiful 5 star hotel. Driving my beaten up college car from the hotel, I felt as if in a pardox. I parked my car across from the medical school with the array of other beaten up cars. Here my car was at home; the slightly ding in the door from careless students and the slightly bended number plate was unnoticeable. No one would ever guess it received valet services and was parked between a BMW and a Mercedes. Its disguise, like mine, was good.
Come monday I eagerly checked my bank account but it still read negative 1000 dollars. my shoulders dropped- had I trusted him too easily? Doubts started to enter my mind.
I tried to call him a couple times, and sent a text message but heard nothing.
my rationalisation? hes busy, hes at work, his phone is off, hes in a meeting.
I was sure he had just gotten busy, or the money had bounced. Pherhaps I gave him the wrong account number. Afterall he was 'besotted' with me.......he would never risk losing me...right?
Finally at 1130 pm i received a text "sorry babe in syndey"
I replied instantly- phew- he was just busy-I had worried for nothing.
or had I? He didn't reply after that and he didn't mention money at all.
I sighed, feeling dejected. Perhaps it was just an illusion. This world felt disappointing.
Perhaps I was better off among the toyota's of this world- at least their reliable....
next: paying in antiques
The last post left me driving off to classes after a evening and night of fine wine, dessert and fantastic sex in a beautiful 5 star hotel. Driving my beaten up college car from the hotel, I felt as if in a pardox. I parked my car across from the medical school with the array of other beaten up cars. Here my car was at home; the slightly ding in the door from careless students and the slightly bended number plate was unnoticeable. No one would ever guess it received valet services and was parked between a BMW and a Mercedes. Its disguise, like mine, was good.
Come monday I eagerly checked my bank account but it still read negative 1000 dollars. my shoulders dropped- had I trusted him too easily? Doubts started to enter my mind.
I tried to call him a couple times, and sent a text message but heard nothing.
my rationalisation? hes busy, hes at work, his phone is off, hes in a meeting.
I was sure he had just gotten busy, or the money had bounced. Pherhaps I gave him the wrong account number. Afterall he was 'besotted' with me.......he would never risk losing me...right?
Finally at 1130 pm i received a text "sorry babe in syndey"
I replied instantly- phew- he was just busy-I had worried for nothing.
or had I? He didn't reply after that and he didn't mention money at all.
I sighed, feeling dejected. Perhaps it was just an illusion. This world felt disappointing.
Perhaps I was better off among the toyota's of this world- at least their reliable....
next: paying in antiques
Sunday, September 19, 2010
The Missing Coin Part Two
Sex and Creme Brulee
He text me a few days later to arrange our next meet. The factual part of the texts went something like this:
Him: Monday or sunday?
me: monday
Him (on monday) sorry, cant do monday: wednesday or thursday?
me: thursday
him: Sorry cant do thursday now-a meeting came up, friday?
me: okay friday, text me to confirm on thursday.
Thursday rolled around and no confirmation so i agreed to see my friend instead. Lo and behold he rings on friday at 6pm. He has been busy and is apologetic. He asks to take me to dinner.. I tell him i have previous plans but can see him later on.
So Later on turns into about 10'clock. I drive my car up to the hotel and hand my keys to the valet. He looks bemused...I think he is trying to figure out what a 23 year old college student with a very 'college' looking car is doing at a 5 star hotel.
I enter the foyer of the hotel and give him a quick call. He comes down looking devine as usual....and we head out for dessert. We head to a quaint little cafe off the mainsteet. The evening is just as nice as the first one...
We talk over creme brulee and fine wine. We dream about places we would like to visit and share travel stories. He tells me about china and his adventures in europe. I tell him about India, vietnam, thailand and my adventures roughing it on classroom floors. Not to mention the backpacker in india where electiricty in the shower gave off random sparks, making you wonder wether you were going to die an exposed and early death.
After wards, he picked up the bill and held the door open for me...we walked hand in hand by the harbourside. He told me 'how beautiful i was' and how he couldnt wait to take me travelling with him. His natural charm and his affluence worked thier wonders on me.....I felt like 'a la pretty woman'.
The evening progressed into returning to his hotel room. By this time it was getting cold and the rain had started to tip down. I tucked myself into the covers of the bed and cuddled up to him. We watched about half of a movie on the big screen above the bed...before he started to move his fingers tenderly through my hair.....and procdeded to kiss my neck......one thing led to another and we made slow but passionate love. The sex was good and he made a generous lover.....I was not complaining by any means.
The next morning we ordered room service and had breakfast in bed. During breakfast: I asked him sweetly how he wished to handle finances. he smiled and kissing me said to email him my bank account...and that hed wire it by the monday...
Trustingly i thanked him...I was positive he'd come through...
Coming up: Wearing rose coloured glasses
He text me a few days later to arrange our next meet. The factual part of the texts went something like this:
Him: Monday or sunday?
me: monday
Him (on monday) sorry, cant do monday: wednesday or thursday?
me: thursday
him: Sorry cant do thursday now-a meeting came up, friday?
me: okay friday, text me to confirm on thursday.
Thursday rolled around and no confirmation so i agreed to see my friend instead. Lo and behold he rings on friday at 6pm. He has been busy and is apologetic. He asks to take me to dinner.. I tell him i have previous plans but can see him later on.
So Later on turns into about 10'clock. I drive my car up to the hotel and hand my keys to the valet. He looks bemused...I think he is trying to figure out what a 23 year old college student with a very 'college' looking car is doing at a 5 star hotel.
I enter the foyer of the hotel and give him a quick call. He comes down looking devine as usual....and we head out for dessert. We head to a quaint little cafe off the mainsteet. The evening is just as nice as the first one...
We talk over creme brulee and fine wine. We dream about places we would like to visit and share travel stories. He tells me about china and his adventures in europe. I tell him about India, vietnam, thailand and my adventures roughing it on classroom floors. Not to mention the backpacker in india where electiricty in the shower gave off random sparks, making you wonder wether you were going to die an exposed and early death.
After wards, he picked up the bill and held the door open for me...we walked hand in hand by the harbourside. He told me 'how beautiful i was' and how he couldnt wait to take me travelling with him. His natural charm and his affluence worked thier wonders on me.....I felt like 'a la pretty woman'.
The evening progressed into returning to his hotel room. By this time it was getting cold and the rain had started to tip down. I tucked myself into the covers of the bed and cuddled up to him. We watched about half of a movie on the big screen above the bed...before he started to move his fingers tenderly through my hair.....and procdeded to kiss my neck......one thing led to another and we made slow but passionate love. The sex was good and he made a generous lover.....I was not complaining by any means.
The next morning we ordered room service and had breakfast in bed. During breakfast: I asked him sweetly how he wished to handle finances. he smiled and kissing me said to email him my bank account...and that hed wire it by the monday...
Trustingly i thanked him...I was positive he'd come through...
Coming up: Wearing rose coloured glasses
Friday, September 17, 2010
The Missing Coin
The tale of my next Sugar Daddy (if you can even call it that) presents a strange mystery. I'm currently halfway through unravelling it, but figured I would begin to tell the story anyway. Thank-you to all the advice from fellow sugar babies and daddies.
...and so begins the tale of the missing coin
His profile read that he was a travelling IT executive...it reminded me of the movie 'up in the air' with George Clooney. I had built up an image of an older distinguished man with slightly graying hair...this image would soon be flipped around.
I met him at a nice Spanish restaurant in central auckland. It has a romantic but almost secretive atmosphere. The bar is to the side. There is an upper section of the restaurant that overlooks the street and a lower portion that is a little darker with dim mood lighting. I walked into the bar wearing a simple black dress with an open back,heels and single drop pearl necklace.
He spotted me nearly straight away and smiling invited me to join him at a corner table to the back of the restaurant.
Little did I know that The candlelight and secret feel of our meeting would set the scene for what was still to come.
I was suprised to find that he was so young (30). He wore an expensive suit, cufflinks and was well groomed. His image exuded affluence and success. In addition he was handsome and well spoken. Our conversation went well and it turned out we were interested in alot of the same things. He told me fairly 'off the bat' that he was impressed with me and felt like i was the whole package: "smart, beautiful and sweet".
His reasons for being a sugar daddy were that his lifestyle doesn't permit a committed relationship yet he still desired to spend time with a woman that he could talk to and whom he genuinely liked. He commented that although he could pick up chicks in bars, he wasn't after an overnight stand; he wanted something ongoing and warmer.
We agreed that 2-2.5k seemed reasonable as a monthly allowance, in addition I could travel with him whenever i wanted to. He didn't however ask for my bank account number or my preferred means of receiving cash.. I didn't think too much of it at the time...but it should have presented a red flag.
coming up: sex and creme brulee
...and so begins the tale of the missing coin
His profile read that he was a travelling IT executive...it reminded me of the movie 'up in the air' with George Clooney. I had built up an image of an older distinguished man with slightly graying hair...this image would soon be flipped around.
I met him at a nice Spanish restaurant in central auckland. It has a romantic but almost secretive atmosphere. The bar is to the side. There is an upper section of the restaurant that overlooks the street and a lower portion that is a little darker with dim mood lighting. I walked into the bar wearing a simple black dress with an open back,heels and single drop pearl necklace.
He spotted me nearly straight away and smiling invited me to join him at a corner table to the back of the restaurant.
Little did I know that The candlelight and secret feel of our meeting would set the scene for what was still to come.
I was suprised to find that he was so young (30). He wore an expensive suit, cufflinks and was well groomed. His image exuded affluence and success. In addition he was handsome and well spoken. Our conversation went well and it turned out we were interested in alot of the same things. He told me fairly 'off the bat' that he was impressed with me and felt like i was the whole package: "smart, beautiful and sweet".
His reasons for being a sugar daddy were that his lifestyle doesn't permit a committed relationship yet he still desired to spend time with a woman that he could talk to and whom he genuinely liked. He commented that although he could pick up chicks in bars, he wasn't after an overnight stand; he wanted something ongoing and warmer.
We agreed that 2-2.5k seemed reasonable as a monthly allowance, in addition I could travel with him whenever i wanted to. He didn't however ask for my bank account number or my preferred means of receiving cash.. I didn't think too much of it at the time...but it should have presented a red flag.
coming up: sex and creme brulee
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Mr Creative Director: The Sequel?
I'm a bad sugar baby.......i weakened, i gave in.
My old Sugar Daddy (Mr Director) text me last week.
Mr D: "hey baby, want to come to XXXX with me this saturday night, I can pick you up at 4..we will be back at noon on sunday. Two hotel rooms- no pressure. All you need to do be your charming self, pretend to be my colleague and chat to a couple of big shots after the gig".
Me: You mean help you close a deal ;). Do I get commission?
Mr D: of course...there's $XXX in it for you.
Me: Sure, I'm in then - if you choose XXXX hotel. (name ommited because new zealand is too small!)
I gave in girls, I gave in. Mr D has an effect on me. Driving down to XXX we caught up on each others lifes. I always enjoy speaking with him, hes fascinating, he makes me laugh and he shows a genuine interest in how i am.
We got to the gig about two hours later.
VIP function beforehand was okay...lots of schmoozing and me pretending to 'talk the talk'.
We sat at the back of the theatre (really just his way of getting me away from preying eyes). Talking to mr D, I realised how much id missed him. He makes me feel like im the most important person in the world. My knees weaken around him.
He may be 40, but hes a sexy distinguished 40. He makes my blood boil when im around him. THis night was no different. I tried to avoid his gaze, his fingers which grazed as though an accident across my legs...but the tension was rising.
The night consisted of sneaky touches and the accidental grazing of fingers.
By the time we got back to the hotel...and a few wines later the sexual anticipation had built to near breaking point. Despite my allegations that nothing would happen...it took us all off 5minutes to get from classy and contained to wild and savage. During our realationship our love making had been slow and passionate...tonight we were simply primal.
My old Sugar Daddy (Mr Director) text me last week.
Mr D: "hey baby, want to come to XXXX with me this saturday night, I can pick you up at 4..we will be back at noon on sunday. Two hotel rooms- no pressure. All you need to do be your charming self, pretend to be my colleague and chat to a couple of big shots after the gig".
Me: You mean help you close a deal ;). Do I get commission?
Mr D: of course...there's $XXX in it for you.
Me: Sure, I'm in then - if you choose XXXX hotel. (name ommited because new zealand is too small!)
I gave in girls, I gave in. Mr D has an effect on me. Driving down to XXX we caught up on each others lifes. I always enjoy speaking with him, hes fascinating, he makes me laugh and he shows a genuine interest in how i am.
We got to the gig about two hours later.
VIP function beforehand was okay...lots of schmoozing and me pretending to 'talk the talk'.
We sat at the back of the theatre (really just his way of getting me away from preying eyes). Talking to mr D, I realised how much id missed him. He makes me feel like im the most important person in the world. My knees weaken around him.
He may be 40, but hes a sexy distinguished 40. He makes my blood boil when im around him. THis night was no different. I tried to avoid his gaze, his fingers which grazed as though an accident across my legs...but the tension was rising.
The night consisted of sneaky touches and the accidental grazing of fingers.
By the time we got back to the hotel...and a few wines later the sexual anticipation had built to near breaking point. Despite my allegations that nothing would happen...it took us all off 5minutes to get from classy and contained to wild and savage. During our realationship our love making had been slow and passionate...tonight we were simply primal.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
The Rose Ceremony
I watch the bachelor to much. i was just thinking this process is a bit like that. Only its more like 'the final daddy'. Im monogamous- i like one sugar daddy at a time.
The only difference I dont have 'chris' to hand select 25 of the most amazing, wealthy, talented men for me. Instead i get a sea of thorns, and end up pricking myself trying to find that 'rose'.
my previous sugar daddy (who i still keep in touch with) offered to help me find a potential- or rather offered to help me screen. He says that he understands why i left him but still wants me to be safe and happy. I guess its nice having someone on my side who I know will look after me.....at least someone knows. (a little wierd though!)
So anyway Ive given out a few roses- i got rid of 40 emails and have 5men to see. 5men-5dates-only one rose.
The only difference I dont have 'chris' to hand select 25 of the most amazing, wealthy, talented men for me. Instead i get a sea of thorns, and end up pricking myself trying to find that 'rose'.
my previous sugar daddy (who i still keep in touch with) offered to help me find a potential- or rather offered to help me screen. He says that he understands why i left him but still wants me to be safe and happy. I guess its nice having someone on my side who I know will look after me.....at least someone knows. (a little wierd though!)
So anyway Ive given out a few roses- i got rid of 40 emails and have 5men to see. 5men-5dates-only one rose.
Mr Creative Director: The Unsatisfying Ending
Mr director- my first and ever sugar daddy split up. He was in love with me and I wasnt in love with him....well thats what i tell myself anyway.
He has a wife and kids and I cant be with a man like that. It was okay when i felt that he was still devoted to them but the 'l' word destroyed my faith in him. I need him to love my beauty and my youth, but remain 'in love' with his wife and appreciate her. its complex- i dont mind being the missing piece- I don't mind being youth and beauty and hot sex and romance.
....... but I am not going to destroy him.
He has a wife and kids and I cant be with a man like that. It was okay when i felt that he was still devoted to them but the 'l' word destroyed my faith in him. I need him to love my beauty and my youth, but remain 'in love' with his wife and appreciate her. its complex- i dont mind being the missing piece- I don't mind being youth and beauty and hot sex and romance.
....... but I am not going to destroy him.
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