Hello, my droogies. It’s been a while.
I thought I would give you some closure on what transpired with your favorite Sugar Daddy. When last we spoke I was cavorting with the super, ultra mega sugar baby and another chick in Orlando. Neither worked out.
For the past year I’ve been programming and working on my property. I’ve hired a weekly cleaner AND managed neither to have sex with or marry any of the girls who were sent over. I lost about 30 lbs and I built a barn
Tried a personal trainer – what a waste of money. If you’re over 50, don’t get a personal trainer. They have no idea how to get someone over 40 from fat to muscle. I did that for a month, spent nearly $2,000 and actually gained three pounds.
As for the women – the one I called ‘new girl’ comes around from time to time. She shows up, we fuck, she asks for money and complains that she never sees me, and I put up with her until her drama sends me off again.
It’s amazing to me how many women could have whatever man they wanted, if they’d just shut up about the drama in their lives, or at least stopped trying to make more of it.
After about four years of this, I think that’s what I’ve come away with more than anything else: the girls you’re going to meet, who call themselves Sugar Babies, are going to have a lot of drama in their lives. If they didn’t, they’d be wives instead. This includes the ones who are making money hand-over-fist and the so-called ‘angel sugar babies.’ Show me the most successful of them and, deep in their being, they’d love a guy who’d make their whole life about her, but can’t find it and don’t realize that the reason is that before they can get that close, she’s creamed him more baggage than a 747 could carry.
Which is sad, but there ya go.
I wouldn’t call this experiment a failure because no experiment that you learn from is a failure, and I think I needed to do this if only to prove that it couldn’t be done. Next, I think I’m off to Costa Rica or Thailand.
Be well, my droogies.