Smile

I just read one of my friend's away messages. "Smile. It makes people wonder what you've been up to."

It's true. I smile quite a bit, and I'm always up to something.

Tonight, I met with a potential sugar daddy. I know I know. It makes me a whore, prostitute, whatever you want to call it. But I assure you that this has been a long process. Almost 2 years.

I didn't hear the term until after college. I read about it on craigslist, and I was appalled! Who would do that?

But of course... I pursued it.

First, I tried to get the definition. No consensus. Then I posted for a daddy. No luck. Then I responded to posts to be a baby. Nothing satisfied me.

On and off for 2 years I tried to find something that worked. I finally realized that sugar daddy/sugar baby is a unique relationship that is different for each individual couple.

And when I realized this... I met Las Vegas. I'll call him LV for short.... only because I might be wearing some more Louis Vuitton thanks to him.

We met for the first time tonight and went out for steak at Mortons. Fabulous as expected. I fully intended this evening to be experimental. A typical "date" perhaps. We meet, chat, have great conversation. He pays. I say thanks. That's my general routine.

But tonight we talked about an arrangement. I didn't believe it was possible, but we had chemistry. He laid down an offer. Shit, I'd have sex with him for free... but that offer... well it's the kind of freedom any human... er sugar baby... would ask for.

So I'll be seeing LV again.... and next time you see me, you'll know why I'm smiling.