adorable actress I don't recall why I signed up for
Sugar Daddie, but some time last summer I put a free profile there. My impression has been that the only difference between pay dating sites and the free ones is that they cost money and have fewer users, and thus less selection. And the name "Sugar Daddie" implies relationships with a rather tacky level of implied quid-pro-quo. I was also slightly irritated that it was "Sugar Daddie", rather than the grammatically correct singular "Sugar Daddy".
However, when I browsed the site, I noticed that it was superior to others in one obvious way – the women there ranged from adequately attractive to outstandingly beautiful. An ordinary "who is on now" search showed one pretty face after another; most of them looked better than the women in the ads for other dating sites.
Eventually, I added a picture to my profile there, and before long I had quite a few first-contact messages from women, mostly beautiful women. On other dating sites, it's very rare that I've received first-contact messages, and particularly rare that I've received first-contact messages from beautiful women. When I looked at the subject lines of the messages, they looked like they had been written by real women. By contrast, a lot of pay sites generate fake messages supposedly from women, but pretty clearly fake from the repetitiveness of the subject lines.
Finally, I took the plunge, and bought a seven-day trial paid membership. I replied a bunch of the first-contact messages that had accumulated, and wrote a bunch of first-contact messages of my own. (I don't recall any replies to any of my first-contact messages, although it's possible that there were one or two.) I exchanged regular e-mail addresses with a number of the women who contacted me. Later, after more first-contact messages from women had accumulated in my inbox, I bought more time there.
During my paid time there, I received about 50 first-contact messages and about 25 regular e-mail addresses; I'm still in touch with about a dozen of them.
The most enthusiastic woman was a beautiful actress from California; she was visiting my very own suburb for a few days. Her profile looked like this (but she is ignoring it now):
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Member Name:
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This person has placed you on their HOTLIST!
Introduction: I'm ready 2009!
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[hot portrait, black dress]
[hot portrait, black top and pink sweats]
Just me!
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Sex: | SugarBabe (female) |
| Relationship: | Not limited to a Sugar Daddie/Babe relationship |
| Location: | California |
| Occupation: | Self Employed |
| Age: |
[mid 30s]
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| Ethnicity: | Other |
| Body Type: | Slim |
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[average]
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| Education: | Graduate Degree |
| Hair Color: | Brown |
| Eye Color: | Brown |
| Drink: | Light to heavy drinker |
| Smoke: | I do not smoke |
| Drugs: | I do not do drugs |
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Describing Myself:
I'm exciting. Always laughing and high on life! I appreciate nice things but somehow cherish the small ones. I'm strong willed and very ambitious! Did I mention I love to laugh! I would love to learn the game of golf and I'm a great bowler. Yes I'm very competitive yet still a girly girl If football was a womens sport I'd be MVP every year! I love to eat and I'm always open to try something new at least twice! Here I am. Come get me!
She
last logged in Wed Mar 11, 2009
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I wasn't watching my e-mail closely, and she was already back in California before I replied. We kept in touch; I proceeded slowly because I was not in an open-relationship status, and didn't expect to be until summer. She sent her phone number surprisingly early in our e-mail conversation. I eventually phoned her, and had a delightful conversation.
Then she returned to this area. Should I meet her, or dodge until I'm open again? I was very tempted – I really liked talking with her, and she looked amazing in her pictures.
Then an opportunity made things easier. My wife planned a trip away from me, well before I had expected. I put aside the dodging, and agreed to meet the beautiful actress a week later. She was both pleased and disappointed – pleased that I would see her, but disappointed that she'd have to wait a week. I made an excuse to go out, resolved not to do anything inappropriate to an exclusive period, and made the date.
So, through a combination of phone, e-mail, and text messages, we made a plan to meet at 6 or 6:30 pm at a Starbucks
near where she's staying. In a case of sloppy planning, we didn't actually settle on the precise time.
While I was driving in the general direction of that Starbucks, she phoned, first asking which time we had settled upon. I said we hadn't specifically settled the time. She said that she had been delayed with what she was doing that afternoon, and needed to push it back toward the later end of the time range. I said that was OK, and that I could use the time to buy fuel. Additionally, she said that the one we had agreed upon had an early closing time, so we'd need to choose a different one. She described where it was, and it turned out that it was very close to where I was when she called.
I stopped to fuel up the car. I still had quite a bit of spare time, so I went to a used book store to do a little browsing. I figured if I was going to spend time waiting, I might as well bring along some reading material. I picked up a huge, attractive Shakespeare book as a gift for her (to jokingly play on the sugar daddy theme), a book to read while I was there, and a reference to play with later.
I went to the Starbucks and settled down to read.
She was quite late. But when I saw her, I didn't mind. She was even more beautiful in person than in her pictures – long black hair, brown skin, oval face, very slender body. She greeted me with a hug. I hugged back, holding the embrace just the right amount of time. She sat down next to the chair where I had waited, looked over some of the things I had brought in, and apologized for being late.
I suggested getting drinks; I ordered tea, and she ordered soy chai. While preparing our drinks, the server told us that the place was closing in just a few minutes, and gave us directions to a location with later hours. I paid, and we headed for the door. We discussed whether to drive together or separately, and whether my really old car or the worn-out Sanford and Son truck she had borrowed was the less cool vehicle. We agreed to drive separately, and that the borrowed truck was less cool.
It was only a couple of minutes to the open-later Starbucks.
We asked about the hours, and were satisfied with the time available. We settled at a table. She noticed a trace of grease on the table, apologized for being a germ-o-phobe, and asked an employee to clean the table for us.
We talked about various things, particularly movies. She told me she had a child. I didn't mind that. She seemed to be charmed. I definitely enjoyed her company, for her interesting conversation, her seductive voice, and her beauty.
We were there for about an hour when an employee said that the place was closing. Oops!
We cleared out, and discussed what to do next. I said that we could try the Thai restaurant she had mentioned during a phone call.
She was thrilled by the suggestion; she really liked the place, and she seemed pleased that we weren't ending the evening at that point.
We repeated the discussion of which vehicle to take. I offered, mentioning the fresh refueling and my GPS gadget. She said the GPS was not necessary; she'd navigate. We got lost, overshooting the place by about seven miles.
I pulled over, looked up the restaurant on the GPS, and waited for it to plot a route. Soon we were there.
We went into the restaurant, only to find that they were closing in about ten minutes. And contrary to typical restaurant practice of seating people until closing time, they wanted to clear the place by closing time, and were only taking take-out orders at that point. She was quite disappointed, and complained a bit to the host. I was conciliatory. We walked back to the car, discussing where to go instead.
Eventually she remembered that there was another good Thai restaurant quite close to the two Starbucks that had closed on us.
I looked up the best return route on the GPS, and soon we were there.
And it was closed too.
Fortunately, there was another good restaurant at the opposite end of the parking lot, a somewhat fancy fish restaurant.
And it was closed.
No, not exactly. The restaurant itself was closed, but the bar was open for some time later, and they had a food menu. This time I noticed a greasy spot on the table, and wiped it with a bar napkin. She drew the waiter's attention to it, and he scrubbed the table to her germ-o-phobe satisfaction.
We ordered drinks and a crab, avocado, and rice appetizer – delicious. I ordered a salmon sandwich; she ordered a Caesar salad. Both main courses were yummy too. Hers was huge, and although she ate a lot, she still had enough for a generous lunch the next day, and had it packed into a take-out box when the restaurant's bar closed.
We returned to where we had left her car. I showed her a few sights around there.
We just wandered around, continuing to talk for quite a while. She took my hand. I expressed both surprise and pleasure. She explained that it was because I walked a bit faster than she liked, in her pointy high heels, but she also clearly liked holding my hand. I definitely liked holding hers.
Eventually it got late enough that we had to call it a night. I walked with her to her borrowed truck. As she stood with the door open, we hugged goodbye. I took a long look at her face. I had spent the entire evening looking at her, mostly at her face, but this time we were at hug range.
I moved closer, and asked, "May I?" We kissed. I complimented her on her very soft lips. She complimented me on my soft, warm hands. We kissed again, several times. (Wow, the germ-o-phobe beauty was kissing me!) Neither of us wanted to say goodbye for the night.
But we couldn't stay there all night, kissing in a parking lot. Finally we said goodbye for real. She offered to give me a ride to my car, even though it was just the other side of the parking lot, but I declined. Maybe that was a veiled invitation to continue kissing inside the truck, but we had to stop sometime. (I had forgotten that I had meant to give her the Shakespeare book. Now I'll have to see her again so I can give it to her.) I walked back to my car. It felt like I was dancing.