There's a new sugar daddy in town

I love to shop, but I am what one might call a budget fashionista. I don't buy anything unless I absolutely love it. I will try to get the best deal possible. If there is a rewards program, a contest, anything involving the word FREE... I'm involved.

While this has worked incredibly well for me, I can't help but yearn for more. I love Gucci, Dior, Louis, and all up and coming designers. I find myself complaining that I need a sugar daddy.

I've searched for one. I've tried out a couple, but I guess I'm not really up for it. The reality is I want to be spoiled by a man who WANTS to spoil me and by a man I WANT to spoil me. This is rare. This is difficult. This is damn near impossible.

Or is it?

A few weeks ago, RedSox brought up a dating website that is for sugar daddys/babies. He thought it was hilarious... I told him I had a profile on it.

He wasn't surprised, nor was he was he shocked when I told him about LV. The only thing he found surprising was that I didn't spend more money. Wha?

We never really talked about it again, but RedSox would drop snipits here and there whenever I talked about my latest purchase. "You know... I could have bought that for you."

I brushed him off. I was afraid to have someone I actually liked, someone who's company I enjoyed, someone I respected buy stuff for me. I almost feared it would cheapen our relationship.

Saturday after brunch, RedSox asked me what I wanted to do. We were already on Newbury Street (the Rodeo Drive/Rue Montmartre/5th Avenue of Boston). I suggested going to the movies or going shopping. He wanted to go shopping.

We went into Diesel first. They had stuff for both sexes. Neither one of us liked anything. Then we went into a cheap jewelry store. I needed to plug some of the holes in my head. I picked out a few earrings and went to the register to pay. RedSox asked me if I wanted him to pay.

I was caught off-guard but replied with "It's only $20, not a big deal for me." His response was that it wasn't a big deal for him either, and out came his credit card.

Fine... a few earrings.

We went upstairs to Bebe. Is it me or is the one on Newbury the "slutty" one. I know every salesgirl was wearing Bebe... but dayam! It was booty-fest 2007!!

Nothing good in Bebe for me. I wanted to go to Jasmine Sola because their was a top/mini dress I wanted to purchase. I picked it out and tried it on for RedSox. While I was in the fitting room, he went off and grabbed tons of jeans for me to try. I tried them for him. Then he grabbed a Lacoste shirt and a belt. Everything looked good, but I just wanted to buy what I came for and leave.

He wanted me to get a pair of Rock & Republic jeans, Lacoste top and red belt. I didn't want to spend the money. He said he would buy them. I said "how about I buy my top and the belt. You can get the jeans and Lacoste top?"

At the register he cut me off and paid for it all.

Le sigh.

That's when I called him my Sugar Daddy...