The average girl, over the ultra-mega girl

Hello, my droogies. I’m taking a short break from programming to write this.

It was an interesting weekend. I have horses, so of course I’m thinking what everyone who owns horses is thinking all summer – where will I get winter hay? Winter hay is tricky – you want to buy a little more than you need, and store it properly, and it’s all dependent on the weather. The beginning of this spring was hot and dry, but the summer has been wet and cool. That means that people who grow hay were thinking, “I won’t have enough,” and now they’re terrified that they’ll get stuck with it.

Which is how I bought 30 rolls for $1,100 delivered, thinking I’d get 21,000 pounds, and ended up with 40,000 when the rolls showed up WAY bigger than I expected.

It also means my tractor can’t move them to a 2nd tier like I need, and THAT means that I need to get a bigger tractor or hire someone to stack them for me.

It ALSO means I built my hay barn too small, and didn’t leave enough time to put a roof on it, and if it rains real hard, I could have issues. Wet hay will mold or, worse, spontaneously catch fire.

So here I am, busy all weekend, and everyone wants cash. I don’t keep much cash on hand, I have it working for me. Also the Little Treasure (my daughter)’s wedding is still being paid off. So now I start to here from the two remaining Sugar Baby contenders, the somewhat plain one from Orlando, FL, and the Super Ultra-Mega Sugar Baby from SC.

The latter, SUMSB, starts to message me like crazy because she’s come up with new reasons to want money (like illegally buying percoset from her friend to assuage her knee pain) and as you all know, I HATE to be pestered. I told her a bunch of times I won’t have time for her this weekend, so I get calls, texts and some REALLY graphic pictures of her, which I also don’t like.

The Orlando girl sends me a “You’re quiet,” text, I tell her what’s going on and that’s it.

If you’re needy over the phone, you’ll be worse in person, and I was starting to get the idea that SUMSB is another “never meet” girl. She’s also sent me so much self-porn and I’m actually sick of looking at her.

So there you have it, believe it or not – the plainer girl whose personality is SO much better, is beating out the prettier girl with issues.

What a thing to share, eh, my droogies?

Take care – it’s back to work!

Your SD

The Super Amazing, Ultra Mega Sugar Baby

Good morning, my droogies. It’s after the one Sunday morning news show you get to watch in East Tennessee, but before I go out and do all of the chores it takes to keep this place running.

About five days ago, I met another SB. To update you all, the Sugar Mom hasn’t really spoken with me much and it’s just hard to get excited about her. The Orlando girl went out to LA for a week and had a disaster of a time, and is kind of down on herself. Regardless, I was feeling ignored so I went and sniffed around Sugar Daddies again.

So I see this girl on there, and she’s about 5 hours from here, and she’s pretty in her pictures and her profile makes me laugh, so I message her.

I hear right back from her – girls, this is SO important. If you’ve got an inbox stuffed with emails, clear it, even if it’s just to say, “Sorry, not interested.” The deal is, you can meet someone in there who interests you, message him/her after five days and, no matter what your excuse, he’s going to think, “She’s playing a wide field,” and de-prioritize you.

We start to email and we have a LOT in common, much as I’m 23 years older than she is. She’s also claiming to have been hurt recently and is in rehab, and THAT, my droogies, is ALWAYS a red flag. Remember, there are three types of SBs:

Smart whores
Bad Accountants
Women who want rich husbands

Go back in the archives if you want to read more about them, but there you are. Smart whores have a knack for doing very little for very much, and one way they do it is to come up with a legitimate-sounding reason why they can’t meet you, but still need your money for that occasion when they do. That occasion simply never happens, and eventually you realize that you’ve spent a lot of money for porn you could get on the Internet for free.

So my whore lights are flashing as we’re getting to know each other when, lo and behold, it turns out this girl is a young exhibitionist. I get a few PG pictures and then one of her nude in a chair where she’s kind of stretching, so it’s more of a classy than a pornographic nude.

“Wow, very nice.”

“I don’t usually show those,” she says, “but I like you.”

Add the alarm to the flashing lights. We really haven’t been talking that long, but then, if she likes to be nude, there ya go.

A few more days pass, and we text a lot. We’re exchanging ideas, we’re talking about rehab and how screwed up insurance is. We talk about how she got hurt, how her job laid her off right after (which is bullshit, but welcome to the new economic situation brought to you by Barack Obama), how hard it is to continue getting treatment.

Friday she’s in a lot of pain and she’s run out of pain medication. OK, I think, here it comes.

“What does that cost?” I ask.

“$45,” she responds. Turns out she has all of three dollars to her name, and she’s living with her mom, who’s on retirement.

OK, there’s an anomaly. I don’t expect a free ride, but I’m not paying someone whom I’m never going to meet, either. She HAS been pretty generous with a few self-movies she’s done, and not asked for anything for them. I can pay the piper just because I like what I’m getting.

So I send her $250 through Pay Pal. She didn’t ask for it, but the girls who are good at this never do. However, you can say that pain killers cost anything. Why not say “$150” for pills? Like I said, worth the risk.

Her response is a flood of naked selfies and a couple movies of her in the bathtub. I admit, this is a really, really beautiful girl who knows how to act beautiful rather than slutty. Half the time, you get pictures from a girl which would embarrass a gynecologist. OK, if this is going to go forward, then this is going to have a meet date, because I know how I’m feeling about her (not just the pictures but the conversations), and I don’t want to hand her a hammer and say, “Break my heart.”

Well, she’s going to be in Tennessee in October….

Negative. Not waiting that long. How about a couple weeks, I go there and take you out to dinner.

Well, she’s really not mobile, and she’s had to discontinue her PT, because after the lay off her insurance wanted to revert from her company policy back to her own.

OK, I’m thinking. Here it comes. “How much is PT?”

$150/wk.

Which is what I would expect it to cost, having done it, and not what you’d expect a smart whore to ask for. Again, $150 is nothing. We set a deal. She does her PT and we’re meeting in three weeks, when she should be walking.

By the way, could you send me a pic of you at your PT? Sorry, I’m suspicious.

I get the picture, she’s clearly on PT, she’s clearly hurt her knee. Wow, honesty and NO greed. She’s actually enjoying doing this as much as I am.

This morning I get a couple more movies from her, just to say, “Good morning.”

You don’t strike gold like this too often. We’ve spoken on the phone so I know she’s a girl (there are dudes out there who do this for an actual living – brrrrrr). It’s a good start and leaves me a lot happier than I’ve been with other girls.

So good news for you, my droogies. You should be getting some pretty good updates

Yours always

SD

A regular mom as a Sugar Baby

This happens, and it’s kind of strange, and definitely worth writing about.

A woman who approached me has always dreamed of living in Tennessee, because she likes the mountains and the people and wants to move here.

Who am I to argue with her? Of course, the mountains are 10 times better in Colorado or Washington state or even California, but then you have to LIVE there, and to hell with that! The people in Tennessee are the best (well, in East TN – we can talk about the difference between East and West TN on another blog), and I’ve never been happier than having moved here.

So she meets me, and she REALLY wants to talk on the phone. This is not regular SB behavior (sorry, my droogies, but you’re a texting bunch). I tell her I want to see some pictures of her first to make sure she’s who she says she is, and I get about a 1/2 dozen of her which are clearly “hanging around” pics, the kind of casual selfies people take when they are just trying to remember an event, not look fierce.

So I let her call me and we talked for about an house. She’s been divorced for about 7 years, she’s got kids in middle school. She divorced her husband because she never saw him, now she can move if she wants to because the dude has remarried and he could care less about his ‘old’ kids now that he’s going to make some new ones.

“So what do you expect?” I ask her.

With regular SB’s, this gets some pretty interesting responses, such as, “You mean, like do I swallow?” or “I guess I can let you spank me if you’re into it” or some similar thing (as they all don’t DARE broach the topic of anal, which I’m starting to believe that almost every SD wants and every SB hates). More commonly this turns into a money question and we’re off to the ATM to see if what she wants us to spend is worth what she’s offering.

So imagine what went through my mind when she said she needed someone to mentor her, talked about how guys in their 30’s aren’t particularly decisive and how an older man is more manly and competent, at least a wealthy one is, and that’s who she wants in her life.

So she’s DEFINITELY the third type of SB – the woman looking for a rich husband. The subject turned to her kids when I asked her about herself. I guess they’re high achievers and she’s a little concerned about Tennessee schools.

I’ve seriously never talked schools with an SB before, unless she’s going to one. When we got off of that, I needed to get back to work and get off of the phone, so we switched to text.

Which is a little better for ‘the sex’ questions. Remember, with SB’s who want to be wives, it’s usually not about ‘the sex’ for them. If they’re putting out, it’s because they think they’ve found the right guy. To ease into this, I asked her what her preference on contraception is. This led to what she likes, and it turns out that here’s another Sugar Baby who likes to be tied up and spanked.

So mom here has a dark side.

Overall, it was refreshing. She’s more mild than the average girl, and that’s nice sometimes. I don’t see it going anywhere because of the kids, but she could be worth meeting if she can live with the idea that its got no future.

As for the other two girls, I’m going to see the one in Orlando when she gets back from LA. The local girl, like many local girls, was all talk, no action. That’s a shame, but it didn’t seem like you droogies liked her.

Take care, my loyal ones! More coming

Your Loyal SD

Two new prospects on the horizon

Hello, my loyal droogies. So sorry it’s been a long time again. Not only am I a sugar daddy, but I’m one of the few people who programs the way that I do, there’s a huge demand for it, and it’s been taking up all of my time this spring and summer.

I haven’t even ridden my horse in three months. It makes me antsy.

So, in all of this time, we’ve been back on the virtual surf and found two (count ’em, two!) girls who’d probably like to meet yours truly:

Girl one is local: she’s 26, black hair from an American Indian background, has more of a BDSM interest, in that she’s never been spanked or tied up, but is very curious about it and wants to try. She’s a person who’s working her ass off and who can’t make ends meet, lives with her parents and has a couple horses she can’t afford. The age difference doesn’t matter to her as much as chemistry.

Girl two is in Orlando, FL, and will probably be good AT LEAST for a much needed vacation. I told her I’d like to get a hotel room with a spa and have her be in it when I first meet her, and she thought it would be a good idea, so you have to admire the attitude. She’s 35, no kids, Puerto Rican/ German mix and from New York. Being from Connecticut originally, your beloved SD knows all about NYC Puerto Ricans. Quick to love, quick to commit, BAD to hit that and quit that, so we’ll need to be sure with her, one way or another.

Girl one has been stringing me on for a couple of weeks. We come close to meeting and never do. Spoke to her about it last night and we decided I’m just going to tell her when to meet me and what to do this weekend, and her thoughts were that it would be easier and she’d prefer it.

You know that speaks right to me. If I don’t see her this weekend, I’ll likely give up on her.

Girl two is going to LA next weekend, so the one after that I’m thinking I’ll see her in Orlando. Even if I don’t meet her there for some reason, I think I’m still going just to kick my feet up and maybe {gasp} start the final book of the series I’m working on.

Or just not be here programming, yanno?

OK, my droogies – you’ll be getting another update soon. You’ve been very loyal and I appreciate all of you

Sincerely,

Your SD

The search goes on… and on… and on…

Ugh, my droogies. I think one of the reasons that I went back to the New Girl was that I hate looking so much.

Lately it seems expectations are pretty unrealistic. You see a LOT of older women looking for younger guys. Ladies – that’s a cougar, not a sugar baby. A young guy who’ll do older women isn’t looking to PAY for the experience.

And by the way let’s talk tattoos. They can be VERY sexy, when they’re discreet and tasteful. When you have a tattoo on your tit, you’ve just crossed the line from “Lady” to “Biker Meat.” If that offends, well then tell me what classy reason you had for putting a tattoo there.

The same with collar-bone tattoos, and ones that can’t be covered by clothes. I just don’t want a human oddity, and I’m not paying top dollar to make people believed I picked you up on a corner and then bought you a dress at Sears.

What I’ve seen LESS of are these girls who live in other states, who think I’m going to send them money while we’re courting. I guess that either the world is on to that scam, or they were all hunted down by pissed off SD’s who realized they were five figures down the road, and she still doesn’t have time to meet.

As for New Girl – I went a whole two weeks without hearing from her, which was ok by me, then I got a text, “I need your help.” Followed by the same text the next day.

Seriously? Well, that was last week, and I haven’t heard from her since, so I think that’s the last time I’ll be bothering you with ‘New Girl.’

Hopefully ‘newer girl’ is around the corner

Take care, my droogies. It was a weird spring, I think its going to be an even stranger summer

Yours as always

SD

Same girl, same road

One thing will never fail you: people don’t change.

They’d like to, I’m sure, but change is hard, and most people won’t do anything hard anymore.

Take ‘new girl,’  who I let back in the door.  We had a few new baselines to keep us from repeating history:

1. If she felt she was being ignored, she could call and come over
2. If she wanted something, ask for it.
3. Don’t take it to heart if I don’t call or text you – I work a lot

That’s not real hard.

So after not seeing her for a few weeks, I see that I’ve missed some texts.  They’d petered out and I figured she was on to someone else, which didn’t really bother me.

Last week she wanted to come over, I told her ok, and she texted me early on Saturday.  I called her when I woke up and she’d already let her babysitter go – could she come over at 8pm.

Which means show up, make out on the couch, get a blow job on the couch and then she asks for something.

Sure.  By 9pm I still hadn’t heard from her, so I went to bed and read for a couple hours, then fell asleep.  She texted me again at 9:15pm but I didn’t catch it, and I got a text from her the next morning which made it seem like I blew her off.

Yesterday she texts me and I catch it.  “Call me when you have time.”

So I call, and she’s been sick for a week.  She’s got Lupus of some kind.  My first thought was, “Oh, man!  Don’t be contagious!” but it’s not.

“Are we still seeing each other?” she asks.

Well, as much as two people who never see each other are seeing each other, I suppose.

“Good, because I would want to ask you for help if we weren’t in a relationship.”

Wow, how’s a good way NOT to do that?

So she plans to get better and ask for a big donation.  Thing is, I’ve been spending the summer working and getting the Little Treasure’s wedding paid off.  The last three pay checks have been spend completely, which is why I’ve had no interest in seeing someone and really didn’t miss her that much.

Certainly not willing to pay for a blow-and-go.  The big part of this, tho, is that she turned into a whore and I don’t want a whore, so she’s set up to get the worst possible news at the worst possible time.

Oh, well – it didn’t have any promise to begin with

Sorry for so depressing a post, my droogies.  It hasn’t been a real good spring

SD

Wow – where did May go?

May went by with a blur, so thank the latest person who loved this blog for me writing in it.

Here’s a jaw-dropper for you, my droogies. Remember the New Girl (the one who cost me $3000 in one month and who thought that I was going to rescue her whole family from themselves? Well, I went out to dinner alone for the umpteenth time, was sick of it, and gave her a call to join me.

Yeah – I can hear you all now. “You keep playing the same tune, you keep hearing the same song.” I didn’t have any illusions that she’d changed, and we ALL know I don’t, but lonely is lonely and frankly, after the wedding, I just didn’t feel like meeting anyone.

So she shows up (because, you know – she wants stuff), and she starts to act like she’s going to read me the riot act for dumping her, and I simply cut it off.

You know me, my droogies – I don’t argue, and I don’t like to argue. I take charge and then that’s it. I told her if she wanted to keep coming around, I didn’t want to hear any more about her family. She’s also off of the payroll. Honestly, I expected her to bail but she likes that sort of abuse so I saw her a few times last month.

Not too bad – she DID manage to get $500 off of me to make her bills one week, and an old air conditioner I wasn’t using, and a box spring that I was too lazy to throw out. Seriously, that is a CHEAP SB if you can even call her that.

Then we fucked liked bunnies in the hot tub and I didn’t call her for two weeks, and she messaged me yesterday that if I didn’t want to see her any more, I should just say so.

So for the month of May, I was a pretty crappy SD. Really, I’ve been more focused on programming and getting my credit card limits down to a reasonable amount than anything else since the wedding. That and the fact that East Tennessee has had very little rain for the last month, and that means I’ve got to try to get hay for the horses when I didn’t expect it, just had me not thinking of anything like sugaring for the last month.

I think I’ll have the New Girl come over this week to keep that alive. You can’t beat an SB that’s close by.

Oh, and for those of you who are fans of the Little Treasure – she didn’t take long to distinguish herself. She’s discovered the Pina Colada as her drink of choice, and her husband, the Human Tool, as her pussy-esque serving boy. I swear, I would smack the taste out of that kid’s mouth if he were my son and he just obeyed his wife like he does. They come over, he does their laundry, fetches her drinks, sits where she tells him, watches what she tells him to watch, and she controls the conversation.

The one time he seems to have asserted himself was Saturday night. You see, the Little Treasure wants to bring another horse over here, which I haven’t been too ecstatic about. To do that, she has to help be build a new run in shed, and that means she has to come over here with him and sweat.

I tell them I have to run some errands – if they want to go to lunch with me, they can, and then we’ll do the shed. Well, they come over, we do the errands, we eat the lunch, we get back and THEN they tell me they have plans in an hour.

Well, then no point in the shed. We ride a little. If the shed doesn’t get built I’ll never see that mare so I’m not crying. Then at 11pm I get a text from the Human Tool: “We forgot our cell chargers there. Can we come over in a little bit and get them?”

Sure. So I watch an old episode of Law and Order. An hour later, they’re not here. So I text back, “How much longer?”

I hear back, “Around 1/2 hour.”

Fu – huck that! And I tell him, “No, come get them on Sunday. I’m going to bed,” which I do.

I hear from the Little Treasure the next day – they are going for hay at 5pm or so, do I want to come?

Sure.

And they got that horse, when can they bring it over?

“When you finish the run in shed.”

“Well, I’m just going to put up fencing around it.” “No,” I tell her, “you’re not.”

“OK”

“And by the way,” I add, “what the hell happened the other night?”

And she has the nerve to act like she doesn’t know. When I press her on it, I dare to say, “Call” instead of “Text” (as in, he called me instead of he texted me), and she gets into this whole semantics argument, clearly leading to some idea that if he texted it, then it shouldn’t count.

Screw that. Keep your hay, keep your horse, don’t come around here any more. I see that night that she’s looking for someone to buy the horse off of her.

So, in case you’re wondering, no, marriage didn’t change the Little Treasure. Some times, you just have to cut the kids lose. LT and HT are officially cut loose. Let’s see them run their own lives for a while

Love always, my droogies. I’ll try to be more active this month

SD

Are you really smart enough to be a Sugar Baby?

You know, I’ve never asked this, but maybe I should.

Hey, my droogies. I know – I’ve been ignoring you, but work has been hectic and The Little Treasure is getting married next month, and that’s it’s own whole ball of cats.

Meanwhile, I met a woman whom I thought was a nice girl. By nice, I mean the usual: young, very large breasts and a willingness to go out with yours truly. Actually, at 30, she has a body that would be perfectly acceptable on any number of adult magazines or websites, but I digress.

Big cans and a willingness to trade money for sex does not necessarily a Sugar Baby make, and this is what I quickly realized with a girl I’ll call ‘Big Guns.’

We met, and she was wearing a black dress that revealed a good amount of cleavage. Her hair is brunette, long, tied back over one shoulder, and she has big brown eyes and full lips with a kind of chocolate lipstick I hadn’t seen before.

It was a kiss-on-the-cheek greeting, but she still managed to rub my upper arm with a nipple. We sat down at a table near the bar at a restaurant I liked. She ordered wine.

“What kind would you like?” the waiter asked.

“Red,” she said.

Hmmmmm

“Um – do you have a favorite kind?”

She thought a moment. “No,” she said. “Just red.”

Well, not everyone is a connoisseur. “I think she’s probably like a Pinot,” I said. “I’ll take a ,” and I put it like that because only this bar sells that beer.

The waiter leaves, now we have some time to talk.

“So,” I said, as she sat there, very much as she would if someone were painting her, “what got you into the whole SD/SB thing?”

“Oh,” she said, “I got tired of meeting all poor guys. I don’t want to go out with the shift supervisor at Wal Mart.”

I nodded. “And what are you looking for, then?”

“Something long term.”

Ugh – get out the extraction equipment. I hate having to pull teeth.

“Something like…?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “Didn’t you say you lived in Florida?”

“Yes,” I said. “I really hated Florida.”

“I could try Florida,” she said. “I think it would be nice.”

Well, ok – that’s pretty much right out of the gate. I could blame my cologne but I don’t wear any.

“Oh,” I said.

“Or Maryland,” she added. “My son likes lacrosse. My daughter would like to ride horses.”

“I have horses, my daughter rides,” I offered.

She looks right at me. “I’m looking for something serious,” she said. “Long term.”

Wow

“I got that,” I said.

The waiter brought the drinks. We both drank and it was kind of a relief not to talk to her. But you know me, my droogies. Just because the water is cold, doesn’t mean I won’t dive in again.

“So have you met a lot of guys?” I asked her. This is usually a lead in question to get her to talk about the wannabes who pass themselves off as SD’s. Every woman has a few real winners to talk about.

“No,” she said.

“Oh,” I said.

“I’m looking for something long term,” she said. “Not a lot of guys.”

“I got that,” I said.

She went to being quiet again.

And this was the WHOLE DATE, my droogies. She had the social skills of a chia plant. It was unnerving.

So it became time to end this, and I paid the bill. This is never good when you clearly didn’t get along. Sugaring isn’t dating – there’s really no, “Well, want to have dead-end sex, seeing as I don’t plan to call you again and you don’t want me to?”

“Walk you to your car?” I asked.

“It’s around the corner,” she said.

I nodded and we started walking. Fortunately it was on the way to my car. She drove a Mirage – wow. I don’t think they’ve made those for more than 10 years.

She turned around at the car and said, “When do you want to see me again?”

WHAM! What date were you on? I swear, I thought I bored the socks off of this girl. We weren’t out for 2 hours and it felt like five.

“Well, I get that you’re looking for something long term,” I said. “What sort of arrangement do you want?”

The street lights shined like little stars in her completely vacant brown eyes.

“A weekly allowance, a pay-as-you-go, being a live-in?” I prompted her.

She thought about that. She looked up at me.

“Yeah,” she said.

I kissed her, and I walked away before she could ask for money.

I know I’ve said in the past, “There are three types of SB’s” but are there four?

How do you all feel about, “Girls who might not be aware they’re doing this?”

Carry on, my droogies!

SD

Catching up

Sorry for so long, my droogies. Your beloved SD has been working his butt off both on a project and around the great, southern plantation, and there’s been no time for women, and hence no need to blog about them.

Yanno what I need? Seriously?

I need a nice girl who just wants to be taken care of. Isn’t this the bell ringing over at least half of all SD’s heads? While there are MANY who just want to bang 20-year-olds and (a) not catch anything and (b) not go to jail for it, I think that there are as many or maybe more who actually want, if not that last love of their life, a nice person whom he can talk to, go out with, or who would make him a sandwich while he’s working, and not bitch about it, neither demand $500 for it.

Maybe I’m going to start looking for that. It’s a much harder search and might take me international, but some travel wouldn’t kill me and I HAVE been working my ass off.

In THAT vein, the Little Treasure is getting married in a couple months and you all can guess how much THAT is costing me. Her fiancé, whom I refer to in the back of my mind as ‘that idiot,’ is a college-uneducated beta-male who would actually probably do ok programming if she’d give him a couple of hours/day to do it. She doesn’t, so he doesn’t, so they had to come to me to buy them shoes when they wore theirs out.

Yeah. That wedding is money well-spent. At least it gets her off of my medical insurance.

Well, that’s all for now, my droogies. If you know anyone who fits my criterion, send her my way

Always yours,

SD

Seriously, Sugar Puppies?

Hello my droogies. I hope you’re all thawed out. We saw a lot of snow here in East Tennessee – more than we usually see. Yours truly had his irrigation system freeze partially and ended up hauling six buckets of water up a hill to an otherwise-frozen trough.

And, of course, we reached the end of February, and the latest Sugar Baby decided that she wanted to try her luck again.

Her first attempt, about five days ago, was a text where ‘she didn’t know who else to call,’ because her sister is getting rid of her St Bernard, and she wanted me to take it.

Let’s add up what’s wrong with THAT statement:

1. We’ve already made the point that I’m not here to rescue her family
2. The dog is a well-known nightmare that they never bothered to train
3. These are the kind of people who give up on their own dog
4. If I take this dog then, anytime she can’t get a hold of me, she has an open invitation to come make sure the dog is ok

That’s right off of the top of my head. Yes, I do rescue dogs, and horses, and cats. No, I’m not looking for more.

And in what world is this a good idea (other than getting herself the permanent invite)? I was busy on the day that I received it, so I just ignored it.

So she sent me a picture of herself from the knees up, wearing a red nightie, where I could see her cooch, one tit and the top of her head.

OK, let’s leave off that this is totally classless. Unless she added about a foot to her arm length, how did she manage to take this? While I’m sure it’s possible, it’s more likely she had someone else do it, and if not it’s just pathetic.

So again, no answer.

Finally, here comes the end of February, and then the first day of March. I’m running around like crazy because there’s a MAJOR hay shortage in East Tennessee, and the snowfall made it worse both by increasing how much hay the horses need, and extending the time until the grass will grow in on the pastures to feed the beasts. What happens on both days? She calls. I guess she hadn’t been ignored enough, now I get to send her calls to voice mail.

Even if I wanted to get back with her, this stalker behavior would stop me. It’s not like I’m John Holmes from the waist down or keep winning Lotto. It all stands as a lesson to all women out there:

While men like to be pursued (and we do), we do NOT like to be chased and run down. That’s for antelope, and they don’t like it, either.

So, my droogies, that’s officially it for the new girl. I full on expect her to ‘stop by to make sure everything is ok,’ at which point she isn’t getting past the front porch.

It’s a shame, too, because I really felt a connection with her. Of course, that should have been a warning in and of itself.

As I said before, really starting to appreciate the finer points of my relationship with my dog

Yours, as ever,

SD