I’ll be 50 in three months, and I get strep throat?

OK, seriously, what the fuck?

I was iffy about going to Seattle. Hadn’t been in six months, haven’t had a decent vacation in over a year, figured I’d visit the client, press the flesh in person, and then be on my merry way after a party-day in the port.

Did NOT happen. Their facilities picked that week to flood out, so I got to spend my time in the cheap-ass hotel room (I think the one crappy La Quinta is in Seattle), after trying in vain to get on site for three hours, then find out that I missed all of the meetings that they’d scheduled for me at the last minute. Everyone is pissed off and they’re saying I should come back.

Why am I at a La Quinta? Well, I have a girl who is an old Navy buddy, who has been torturing herself for years about whether she wants to be with me or not. Thing is that it’s not logistically possible, but this is going to be the time when she comes around and makes her ‘big decision,’ and I need a hotel she can access, which means Seattle proper, which is a night mare at the last minute.

As well you know, your beloved SD likes a hot tub in the room, a couple rooms, a kitchen, etc. Not here – for top dollar I get a place I’m nervous about leaving the rental car at and, of course, she loses her nerve and doesn’t want to do more than kiss.

We spent a day in Seattle – got some awesome stuff for the new house that you couldn’t get anywhere else, and then I go back to the airport four hours early. Couldn’t even land a first class seat back on the red-eye, so I ALSO get stuck sleeping in the sardine can.

The first day I’m home, I’m out of it but think it’s jet lag. That night I get up to pee like eight times, and in the morning I wake up with a sore throat.

I know the signs – I go to doctor (and pay an outrageous $55 copay) to find out that, yes, I have strep. Been in misery since Tuesday. Supposedly it’s the year for a virulent strain that affects adults, and it’s bad. Huzzah.

Good news? They’re drywalling the new house as I type this, and the siding will be on by Monday. Windows and doors are in, they’ll prime and paint and do the floors next week.

Should be a wacky good time


Your SD


How the Baby got her walking papers

It was going… pretty ok with the Entrepreneur. She was clearly who she said she was. She’s beautiful. She wasn’t crazy-about asking for cash and she understood we needed to meet.

I put her to work doing the pictures for a book I wanted to do before Father’s Day. She got a downpayment and she was ready-to-go for the rest of it.

Then she found something else she’d rather do, and put it off until it was too late. I was pissed and she was surprised that she didn’t get paid for the rest.

They aren’t SB’s for their advanced project management skills – I was disappointed but I didn’t come apart over it.

She came back looking for something else to do, rather than just begging for money. I tried to keep her busy

However, the bitch is a fucking basket case. If she isn’t blowing up her toilet, her cousin is in rehab or she’s just been screwed on some other thing. And she’s not making it up – these things are fully documented and her brain just doesn’t generate the wattage to pull that sort of forgery off.

Yanno, you want to get involved with a younger girl for fun and good times. You expect to have to help her out to iron things out in her life. That’s entirely different from “I’m a walking time bomb waiting for the next explosion.” Even if it were a catastrophe a month, it wouldn’t be that big a deal, but EVERY SINGLE TIME we talk, something’s gone horribly wrong.

To top that off, she switched to, “I don’t know if I can come out there to meet you, because my cousin really needs me.” That’s the red flag right there.

This chick isn’t a sugar baby, she’s a basket case. There’s a difference.

She’s done. Back to talking to the one nearby with a kid who used to be a lesbian. I give that a few months to deteriorate, but the sex was good and, frankly, for a while that’s all I’m going to want

Keep it real, my droogies,

Your SD

Why does your Sugar Daddy seem so cold? Some truths about being a Sugar Baby

Said it before and I’ll say it again: there’s three types of Sugar Babies:

1. Women who can’t manage their own lives
2. High priced whores running a better scam
3. Women who just want to meet a guy with money

We’re just talking about the first type today.

So you’re a young girl, and a good person, and it is HARD out there. You can’t bend over and pick up a dollar without someone trying to fuck you. Your landlord makes you pay to fix the place that he’s charging you top dollar for it, and you can’t afford to move, or to stay. Your boss clearly hired you to stare down your blouse, and the job sucks (and about as challenging as flossing). Your car is a piece of shit, your last boy friend robbed you, and your family is no help at all.

An older man makes sense. He’s not your dream, but he’ll treat you right. He’ll appreciate you. You won’t have to save up to go to the movies once a month, and you won’t come home and find out that the utilities are turned off.

And there are guys out there who have SO MUCH. You hear their stories – they spend more on a weekend than you can afford for groceries. You know damn well that if you ask for a couple hundred to make ends meet, he’s not going to miss it at all!

So you meet one, and you’re honest with him (as honest as you can be). He’s not a total perv, he doesn’t treat you like a street whore. He’s not married, he doesn’t balk that you have issues in your life. He seems nice.

But you aren’t in the same state, and he wants intimate pictures of you before he’ll send you any money. You’re terrified that these are going to end up on a porn site.

Or he wants to Skype with you while you’re naked and he pounds one out. It makes you feel dirty.

Or he’s helped you a couple times, but now he wants to meet for sex. Yeah, you’re going to go to Vegas and gamble or see the shows – maybe buy some clothes, but he’s made it VERY clear that you’re in the same room and he’s been intimating that he’s going to pound you in the ass.

Got news for you, hon: Sugar Daddy, Sugar Baby, the sugar is sex. The SD has worked hard and made money, and he’s spending it on you, because you are his gift to himself – quite possibly his one personal indulgence. Having you in his life vindicates all of the work, all of the weeks he had to stretch a large pizza into three days’ of meals, all of the times he worked through the nights and, more often than not, every pretty girl in his past who looked down their nose at him.

His gift to himself is NOT to send you cash for nothing, or for nude pictures of you that he can get for free on the Internet. It’s not to bail out your family members or pay your rent. Hitting your SD with a list of problems that keep you from seeing him is, frankly, like the hot water running out while the two of you are in the shower.

The biggest mistake I hear from SB’s who can’t land a good SD and should is that, “He was cold – he only wanted one thing. If he’d seen me through the trouble I was having, I’d have been his forever.”

SB’s who believe that are probably great girl friends but are missing the boat as SB’s. If you’ve known your SD for more than a month and there’s been no sex, you’re in the process of losing him, rest assured of it. He’s on the sites looking, and he’s talking to you because he doesn’t plan to throw you back until he gets something better.

That’s when the SD starts acting like he’s poor. That’s when you find yourself living on Ramen again and, when you tell this guy who SEEMED to want to go all the way with you, he has a call he has to answer or he’ll see what he can do and forgets the conversation.

Not every girl can pull off being an SB. Not every guy SHOULD be a Sugar Daddy, either, for that matter. I have a rule of thumb: if it makes you feel cheap, don’t do it. This DOES make some good girls feel like whores, when really they’re doing what they can to make it in a world that doesn’t take a lot of prisoners, and which doesn’t treat most of them well.

But if you’ve set your heels on this path and you’re going to walk it, you’re going to have to face the facts:

You can do this because you’re pretty.
Guys do this to fuck a pretty girl
You’ve got to be available, and interesting, and fun. That’s the difference between a once-in-a-lifetime home run, and one of the bases he touches along the way.

When asked, I tell girls who want to be SB’s to be a fantasy come-to-life, AND to be careful. If you’re not going to meet right away, be prepared for him to expect sex when you do. It is a LOT safer for you to meet him the next weekend for a dinner than it is to wait three weeks and go to Vegas. I’ve heard more than once of girls who meet a guy who was a straight up liar, and who then bailed on them in a strange city when it was clear he wasn’t getting sex.

I hope there’s some clarity in here for some girls who’ve asked, “What happened?”

Off Topic – Here’s an example of Single Payer Health Care

Want a sneek peak into the future of the one payer system the DNC wants, based on the model of the VA:

Last week my son had 2 appointments to the VA hospital on back-to-back days (the hospital is 2 hours away – get used to that, too, because hospitals are closing all over the place) because he’s been diagnosed with Krohn’s disease. They refused to reschedule the appointments for the same day, because that’s hard.

They’re seeing him for Krohn’s because he was misdiagnosed with an ulcer in the Navy, treatment made him worse, and then the VA in Washington state nearly killed him trying to get him to stop coming in. That’s a whole other story

We show up for the first one with my son in so much back pain that he can’t walk. We’re 1/2 hour early (as required) and wait an hour and a 1/2 because the doctor is the only one on staff for gastro. He does a simple check up which could have been scheduled at a local clinic, but he resisted that. He recommends that Bill go to the emergency room for his back, which is REALLY bad now because the wheel chair my son has been sitting in has no back support, and they won’t get him a different one.

To go to the emergency room, you need an escort. He tells the receptionist to call one, but she is on a personal call and waves him off. 1/2 hour later she still hasn’t called for the escort and, when I ask the duty nurse about it, the receptionist (without getting off of her personal call) tells us that they’re slow and there’s nothing she could do.

I say ‘screw this,’ and take him myself. I find out later that she DID take the time to tell the doctor that we left without permission. We wait over an hour for help in the emergency room where they HAVE to take people in order of arrival. This means the guy with flu-like symptoms goes before my son, and my son goes before the guy who’s actually bleeding from a leg wound.

We’re at the emergency room for five hours. The doctor (the only one assigned all night) barely speaks English. Although Bill will have to be there in the morning, she refuses to check him in because she doesn’t believe in it. She DOES want to run tests on him for another four hours after finding out that he’s got ‘wedging’ in his back from drugs they’re giving him for his Krohn’s disease. His doctor from gastro who prescribed it was supposed to be looking for symptoms like these but either wasn’t, or didn’t share with my son and I what was going on. If we run the tests she still won’t check us in. We elect not to do the tests because of how early we have to be back, and she reluctantly prescribes muscle relaxants and pain killers for my son. The pharmacy is already closed so we have to wait another hour for the off-duty personnel there to get the pills.

The next day Bill can barely move and, knowing he has to sit upright in a chair for at lease 2 hours for this procedure, calls in to reschedule it. They tell him to come in next Thursday.

I get calls from three doctors on Friday. The first is from the local clinic where he was supposed to have a bunch of tests and missed them. They were scheduled while we were in the main hospital 2 hours away. The doctor has no idea why this was, if we were ever called about the tests, or what was supposed to be done – he just wanted to threaten us for not showing up. He ended up admitting that the tests WERE the ones that were done in the hospital 2 hours away – doing those tests is SUPPOSED to happen in the local clinic, meaning that the whole ideal from the day before was unnecessary.

I then get a call from gastro doctor in the VA hospital, asking why we missed the appointment that morning. When I inform him, he says that these appointments can’t BE rescheduled – it will set his treatment ‘off balance.’ He can’t find the appointment for Thursday. He’s going to schedule one and then call us back.

Two hours later I get a call from the Emergency room doctor who can barely speak English to see if Bill had been scheduled for a back brace and physical therapy. SHE informs me that she can see an appointment for him on Monday at 8:30am for the procedure he missed. There is none on Thursday. Apparently his appointment was changed without telling him. I call him and tell him about the change, to find out they haven’t called him at all. He had no idea about the reschedule and fully believed that his appointment should be Thursday.

We show up on Monday at 8:00 for an 8:30am appointment. We wait until 9:00am to be seen. They don’t start the procedure until 10:30am because the duty RN doesn’t ‘feel comfortable’ starting an IV for him, and calls to the Emergency Room to have someone do it. We’re there until 1pm because, when the procedure is done, she lets him sit there for 1/2 hour because she has ‘things to do.’

There is no one to complain to. There are no supervisors, there is no chain of command. You don’t like it? Write a letter.

Welcome to the test pattern for ObamaCare

Sometimes, faith is rewarded

Hello my droogies,

We all know that the Entrepreneur has her issues. While she’s great looking, she can’t manage the price of a pack of gum and she isn’t reliable. However, show me a Sugar Baby that this doesn’t describe. For some reason, the more I clamp down on her, the more she comes back devoted. When I first spoke to her, she was a ‘maybe we could think of something more committed, but definitely don’t count on it.’ Since then I’ve invested a total of $700 on her – $450 for her to do some pictures for me (was $900, but she only did 1/2), then it was supposed to be another $250 for random girlfriend pictures of her until we met.

She didn’t do that, then sent me a tearful message wishing I had more time for her, and all of this time hasn’t paid her full rent.

So I tell her, “Here’s $250. I want some nudes of you that show your face,” which she really didn’t want to do, but agreed to.

Why ask for this? I’ve been over it before, but at this point I AM convinced of who she is, it’s a matter of her doing something to prove she’s got a stake in the relationship, and it’s not like she can buy me new car seats for the pick up. Essentially, sometimes, you have to be mean with a girl who keeps on not doing what she says she’s going to do.

And, frankly, $250 is like a really good night out. If she burns me, I’m just going to be pissed.

So she gets the money, she talks about coming out here, she’s got to get back to work, she’ll get me the pictures when she gets home.

The next morning I get an email: I dropped my phone in the toilet. Can’t do the pictures. Waiting on a new phone.

OK, yeah, right. Well, this morning, she got her phone, and she sent me the pictures.

First of all, Oh, my GOD, that’s a beautiful girl. You could seriously bounce a quarter off that ass.

Second, having done this, she’s even more focused on us meeting and furthering this. Unless this shows a level of fore-planning that she’s previously shown no ability for, it’s a legitimate statement that she wants the long-term, full-on Sugar Baby that I’m wanting, which would be some pretty freaking good news.

Next week is Father’s Day, the week after I’m in Seattle. I’m thinking I bring her out here the week after that. If THAT makes her want to stay here, the journey’s a success.

I’m letting myself feel good about this, my droogies!


Your SD

Sorry so long – a general catch up

Hello, my droogies. I didn’t mean to abandon you, but I’ve been real busy lately and being busy takes up a lot of time.

So, catch up on personal things: the house has a completed basement and the wood is here for the frame. The contractor will be asking for more money soon. It’s going to look great

One problem with it is that the contractor wanted to cut power and water from the old house to the new. For those who don’t remember, I bought 7 1/2 acres with a house on it, and I don’t like that house, so I’m building a new one and then demolishing the old. They want to cut the utilities across the property to the new because it’s cheaper than new street connections, and I threw the bullshit flag on that. The house is going to be demolished – it’s just asking for trouble.

The Little Treasure (my daughter) experienced three months of living on her own, and returned with an enlightened respect for the value of money. Now she’s trying to buy the stable where she’s been renting (buying it saves her $300/month AND gives her access to more stalls to lease). I’m trying to show her how to finance a down payment.

As for the three most recent babies – the Russian wanted me to give up drinking. Wow – that was a surprise. She’s pretty much done.

The nurse messages me when I message her. She’s still being a “I’ll do whatever you want” girl. I was supposed to see her last weekend and didn’t. I think I’ll talk to her about life plans this week.

The entrepreneur made a deal with me to do the pictures of a book project I need, delivered on about six pictures and then started telling me she had temp jobs, then that she was sick. I told her that I’d get someone else to do them. I sent her check to the wrong address, and then pay-palled her the 1/2 of the money she had earned (when she did six more pictures for me) when I got it back. She wanted something else to do for money and I told her she could send me nudes for $250 so long as they were good nudes. I’ve received one with her clothes on and one with her pinching her nipple, so no go there.

I’m SO SICK OF BEGGERS. Good God – what is it that makes a woman think that she’s owed money because her brain doesn’t generate the wattage to let her understand that the first of the month falls on the same day, every month, and that’s when your rent is due? The second week of the month is when you should have a plan to pay that bill, not the 4th.

For every girl I meet or hear of who is a business woman and SD’s are her clients, I hear from or see a dozen more who really ought to be kept women, because they just can’t run their own lives. The entrepreneur is like that. She’s very pretty (she’s sent me too many pics to doubt that it’s her), and I swear the broad is dumb as a frigging stump. I honestly thought she was another scammer, but no, she’s just this bad at running her life.

There’s this thing guys have called ‘baby bird syndrome,’ which is real. Guys find women who are wounded like baby birds, and they get it into their head to fix them. In the back of the guy’s mind, this girl is REALLY going to love him for that, and it’s going to lead to something really profound.

Truth is, the girls usually get on their feet and fly as soon as they can. That is the nature of birds – a long flight in search of another plate glass window.

So I’m resisting that.

Take care, my droogies! More later