The Life of an American Geisha
Hello Dolls!
Sugar Baby Tip #026
If you plan on having sex with an SD, suggest getting a STD check up together at a local clinic. It may seem inconvenient, but getting burned is even more inconvenient. Don't assume that just because he has a lot of money or that he's married that he's clean. Wealthy people have disturbingly nasty habits like any other social group and they can be even more careless when so many women make themselves available to them. Always practice safe sex using condoms, but still get tested because what if the condom breaks? You'd be surprised how many people who know they have HIV really don't give a fuck about giving it to anyone else.
Sugary Updates
I've been really sick this week and my POTs have been flakey too. I cancelled with Mr. Artist several times and I feel bad. I will go see him today now that I'm feeling better. Mr. Tokyo cancelled. Mr. Jet poofed. Another POT offering $4k a month I call Mr. Pleaser poofed as well. Mr. Yacht has been irritable with me at work. Mr. Eventful is the guy that my SB bestie dated briefly and he poofed on her. Well he didn't poof on me.
We had dinner at a beautiful Tibetan restaurant that Mr. Artist treated me to last month. Afterwards we explored the area and the other restaurants. We went into one restaurant jam packed with sugar couples. There wasn't anywhere to sit down. So I surveyed the people around me. To my right was two grey haired white men with two young blondes, one tall, one short. The tall blonde playfully hugged and kissed her SD. Their flirting had me transfixed. I dissected her outfit. She had on Fendi heels with the F symbol brandished at the toe. Her dress was designer too…BeBe? Maybe BCBG. She wasn't very thin, but she was statuesque with long legs and big blue eyes that made her SD who might of otherwise been a powerful man melt into the puppy dog that he was that night. To my left there was an older black man with a blonde sugar baby. He had his hand on her thigh as they leaned in close to have their conversation over drinks. No one looked at me and Mr. Eventful as if we were an odd pair. I liked this place. The sugar babies were all classy and enjoying their sugary night.
I like Mr. Eventful. I didn't find him to be creepy or weird at all. Our conversation flowed freely and comfortably. He suspected that my SB bestie put me up to the date, but I pretended not to know who he was talking about. Either way I contacted him of my own free will anyways. I didn't have to tell her I was going out with him. He didn't give me any sugar cash or gifts other than gas in my car. I won't turn down any black gold. I question how much he's willing to spoil. My minimum is $2k/mo plus gifts and occasional travel. I tastefully asked him about his previous sugars and what their relationships were like. He never threw out any specific figures on how he spoiled them, but I will reiterate my expectations that are clearly posted on my profile. If he's willing to help me, then I will gladly continue to get closer to him. If not…then you already know ;-)
I also met up with my ex Mr. Platinum whom I've dated on and off for several years. This is the only man I've ever loved and I met him when I was only a teenager. He taught me everything from how to build my own credit to building my own business. He spoiled me with gifts, money, travel, love, support, and so much more. To be fair, he's also obnoxious, moody, needy at times, distant, and angsty. Sometimes he just simply loves to piss me off. But for whatever reason…perhaps the red string of fate, we always come back to one another in one form or another. He's married to a foreigner who I suspect doesn't like him very much. I don't blame her because he's an acquired taste :) but she is much luckier than she probably realizes or appreciates.
Mr. Platinum met me at Baskin Robins for some ice cream only a half mile from his home. Its the first time I've seen him since he got married 9 months ago. We talk semi-regularly but I haven't had a particular interest in seeing him until he suggestively invited me over to his place for a bit before his wife got home. I know he was just joking since he really wouldn't risk his nuts with his tempered pseudo-submissive wife…so I suggested we meet for ice cream instead…harmless and private. I told him about my sugar exploits and he seemed quite tickled with what I have been doing. He even offered me some advice. He looked great. His eyes are so sexy to me…so I tried not to look at them because it felt sinful. Our hug that lasted a second longer than it should almost felt like an affair. God I miss him. What is wrong with me? His wife would be home soon…I had a date…we parted quickly and our ice cream affair ended like a dream. This is what the sugar world is, a fantasy sold and bought into. This is the life of an American Geisha.
♥ Dream SB
