I found this post in draft form in my blog. So I just pressed the ‘post’ button. Here it goes.
This time for real. This whole sugar daddy experience was definitely an eye opener, and now I am leaving it for good. I am surprised it dragged on for so long, several years in fact, on and off.
I remember when I was a 20 year old chasing around girls my age and it seemed that many of them would ignore us. We would later see them in bars or restaurants with these older guys in their thirties or even older. And my friends would make comments like: “Looks like they are going for the guys that have fast cars and can take them places”. Right-o. I guess they are just after the highest bidder. And in the immortal words of Johnny Zorba (a pizza guy I knew in college): “Para yok, amcik yok” which, translated from Turkish means “no money, no pussy”. So women, are indeed animals, albeit better looking than, say, grizzly bears. Trying to get as much edge as they possibly can from the man they were with in the shortest period of time. Badabing! Usually in return for sex, so in that respect I suppose it is a fair trade. It is just the way some went about it that they just took the whole excitement out of the experience. For example, some, would count the Benjamin Franklins and appraise gifts right in front of my face (Total lack of class). Some were just escorts who pretended to be something they were not i.e. real sugar babies. There is a difference you know. Others would just try and outright steal money out of my wallet while they thought (mistakenly) I was not looking, or snoop around my car for loose change. It came to the point that sex was just being a chore, like I was on auto pilot somehow. And it came to the point that even attractive sugar babies with the hottest of bodies, i.e. the types that would make other men’s heads turn around and follow us as we walked in a restaurant didn’t excite me. I met ladies of all races, stripes, and nationalities (from black, to Indian, to Irish, to Moroccan, to all American, to Africans). I found that what counts, is the total package, i.e. the personality with just the right amount of good looks and inter personal chemistry. I prefer a sweet down home girl that makes me feel comfortable, to a fake blond anytime. Those cases, and they were only a handful out the 50+ ladies I was with, made the whole thing seem more real, and actually lots of fun, memorable and almost worth the hassle (including one individual that I lxxxd, and who I hope follows my personal and professional advice. Baby, please believe what I told you)
A female friend of mine said I should turn this little blog into a book, like a memoir of sorts. This way people would read it and be entertained by my experiences and some of the characters and ran into. She said that women especially would find it interesting as it highlights a man’s perspective. What an idea! I wonder if anyone would go for it…
It was fun. Now, on to better things, such as professional endeavors and travel with family.