Archive for December, 2009


          Months of hard work, all leading up to now.  Many emails, many phone calls, many dates.  Extensive research has been undergone and where has it led to?  What do tonight’s plans hold?  Is there a lucky guy…



…HA!  Like I’m going to tell you now.

Crying Wolf

          Eek, three days to go and not much to show.  I have a few prospects sitting on back burners.  And the only reason they’re on back burners is because they put themselves there.  I am really getting sick of this boy-who-cried-wolf syndrome that is going around.  If you say you’re going to call – CALL.  It’s not like we’ve ever met before or you’re rejecting me to my face.  If you decide I’m not for you, don’t email me back.  If you have no intention of calling don’t say you will.  In the words of my mother, “either shit or get off the pot.”

          On the stove we have: chatter box latin boy who within the first minute on the phone asked, “So, you don’t have any babies?”  Then we have a nice boring guy who called once, he talked I listened.  I was tired so I wasn’t sure if it was my sleepiness or if he really was that dull.  Giving him the benefit of the doubt, I’ll answer the phone if he calls again.  I have another guy who was looking for a Christmas “cuddle buddy” as he put it.  That line didn’t really work for me, but once I got him to chat via email, found out he’s not so bad.  Then of course we have a slew of cheap-ass sugardaddies who won’t upgrade their memberships so I can read their emails.   

          It being the beginning of the week I did have some new options, but nothing really striking my fancy.  So, I’ll keep trucking along as I have been.  I’ll make plans for New Year’s and if someone fits in great.  If not, no big loss.  Not like I’ll be losing sleep or crying over any of those pot-sitters.  No need to let their social constipation get me down.

Latin Boys

          Some of the most recent boys happen to be hispanic. Oddly enough, I haven’t had too many Rico Suaves contact me.  I noticed I usually get a pretty even black/white split, with the occasional Asian or Middle Easterner.  But now with the Latin boys I get waves of compliments on my appearance and that’s pretty much all they got.  Except for one.  He gets his own “special” category.

          We emailed a bit and then exchanged numbers.  He shot a text over on Thanksgiving and then tried to call that weekend.  He never left a message and I was working.  I returned his call.  No voicemail picked up so I didn’t leave a message.  Figured he’d see the missed call, like I did, and call back.  Nothing.  By Monday I basically wrote him off.

          Then about a week ago I got an out-of-the-blue email from him.  Which developed into a string of emails that went like this:

Him:  I totally forgot all about you! How have you been?

Me:    Now there’s a way to win someone back over, telling them you forgot about them! LOL
I’m fine. How about you? Where’d you disappear to?

Him:  Haha, yeah well I’m not trying to win you back over; just saying hello. Besides, I called you a couple of times at first but you never called me back so I just deleted your # and moved on. I have zero patience for games, ya know? 😉

Me:  You called a weekend I was working.  And actually, I did call you back. You didn’t answer and voicemail never picked up. You never left me a vm, so I figured you’d see my missed call and call me back. Ah, technology. Same as you though, I don’t do the game thing. ^-^

Him:  NOPE!! I called you back after you called me back! haha Anyway, you goober, call me later then…its your turn! 😉

Me:  AH – no way!? I did not see another call from you. I would not have left you hanging like that. Fine, my turn, I’ll call you. One condition – do you still remember my real name? 😉

…I can’t believe you called me a goober.
Him:  One condition? Yes Zia…you are a goober just for playing games and testing me right now. 😉

Me:  🙂 No, game play. Just a simple question. I asked because some guy on here did forget my name and kept calling trying to get my voicemail trying to hear it. – No joke.

          I did call him only to get no answer and then no call back.  Funny, isn’t it, how he claims to not have time for games?  He seems to be pretty good at them.

          He eventually did call me a couple days later.  Was apparently out-of-town skiing.  We chatted for over a half hour.  Haven’t heard from him again. 

For those of you curious and that recall ADD, he was the jewel who forgot my name.

Amazing, really, it’s like I’ve bathed in Y-chromosome repellent and no one told me.  Of course, with Feisty Game Player, I don’t think it’s a big loss.

In the Land of Sugar

          Let me start off by saying that there is a whole new online dating lingo when you venture off to (Sunday SituationYou are no longer female seeking male, male seeking female, etc.  As you can assume, male changes to “sugardaddy” and I have now become a “sugarbaby.”  Great, ’cause I wanted to try and sound as trashy as possible.  There’s also “sugarmomma,” “sugarbaby guy,” and sugardaddy & baby with “gay” tagged on.  They cover all grounds.

          With my 3-day trail I did all the usual bio, searching, and emailing.  I contacted a few and got little or no response from them.  I’ll get to why in a minute.  I did get a lot of emails from, you guessed it – gramps.  One man emailed and in his subject line put, “I know I’m older than what you’re looking for.”  I opened his file to see him in a picture with his daughter and son-in-law.  His daughter was easily five years older than me.

          Another man sent me a kiss with the phrase, “Just give me on chance.”  After looking at his out-of-focus-mile-away picture, I decided the “one chance” would be better used on a man who might live long enough to get the reply email.

          The biggest repulsion came from a man looking for an extramartial relationship for things he can’t get at home.  If he took two seconds to read my bio he would have seen that I’m looking for a single guy.  I don’t have “home wrecker” written on business cards for a reason.  The age he claimed and the picture he was sporting puts my dad in the young studmuffin category.  I emailed his link to my best friend and she responded with, “He better have money if he’s showing off that mug.”

          As for the guys within my age range…if you’re claiming to have money, show it.  Don’t be a cheap ass and not pay for a subscription that sugarbabies can’t reply to!  Sugardaddyforme is a paid site, hence the 3-day trail.  I have no dough, so I’m not paying.  You profess wanting to take care of someone, well, small start, pay for this.  You are knowingly on this site looking for women who have far less money than you.  And those true gold-diggers you’re looking for aren’t going to show there hoo-ha’s if you don’t start showing them the money.

          However, Sugardaddyforme sees this a little differently.  The day after I canceled my membership I got an email saying they’d work out a payment plan for me that’d fit my needs.  A few days after that I got an email with the subject line: Invest in Your Financial Future.

The email had some great stuff in it and it was too good not to share.  Here are the highlights:

“You are on this site because you want to meet a generous man to be your Sugar Daddy. …to help you with your bills and to spoil and pamper you in other ways.

who said you can only have one sugar daddy at a time? We won’t tell if you don’t.

…to have the best chance of meeting generous sugar daddies, you need to at least be able communicate to exchange email addresses and phone numbers. You also don’t want to look too desperate or needy because that scares guys away. (Right, and paying for a subscription will clear that up.) What does it say to a man who looks at your profile and sees that you won’t even spend the tiny amount of $20 per month on a membership so that you’ll be able to communicate with him? Why should he send you a message that you can’t read or reply to? (He shouldn’t. Just show’s he’s too cheap to upgrade himself.)

…may provide you with an allowance of $3,000 or $5,000 per month or even more! And what if you had two or three sugar daddies giving you the same amount? You do the math. Wouldn’t that instantly make your life a whole lot easier? (Ah, no. You aware what some women are doing to get that money?) Don’t you need that kind of man, or even a few of them? 

…Who’s smarter, the woman who won’t spend $20 and therefore never meets the sugar daddy she needs? Or is the smartest woman the one who is happy to invest the very small cost of a membership so that she can continue to meet lots of sugar daddies, every hour of the day, all month long? (How dumb are these women?) That woman will make sure she gets what she needs! Will you? Or will you do nothing and hope a miracle happens? (Miracles happen everyday.  Why is Paris Hilton famous?)

You’re on this site because you have financial needs, possibly very serious and urgent needs. Take matters into your own hands. (Get a job.) seize this one opportunity.  Take control of your life and your financial destiny. 

…By as early as tonight (they call escort services for that) you could be spoiled and pampered and taken care of by the kind of generous, considerate, real man you have been dreaming of meeting. Don’t spend another lonely, sleepless night worrying about your financial situation.

Needlesstosay I don’t think is the right fit for me.  It was worth a shot.  And for shits and giggles I’ll leave my free-waiting-for-a-miracle-to-happen profile up just in case Prince Charming finds his way to online dating.


Live and in Person

          After meeting so many guys through online dating sites, meeting people for the first time in person was like kickin’ it old-school.  Shook things up and kept me on my toes.  I heard of this “connecting event,” as Social Bling called it, through them finding me on twitter.  The basic plan was to get people who have things in common in the same room and introduce them to each other.

The set-up: Bar.  Happy Hour prices for the night.  A hostess greets you, by name, and introduces you to the others there.  Was a little freaked when the hostess called me by my name but then the lightbulb went off and I remembered she asked for a picture when you registered.

The planned entrance: Flawless hair and make-up. Both essential for two reasons.  One, hide the enormous zit that has taken up residence on my chin.  Two, distract from the fact that my winter jacket in barricaded in the garage and I’m wearing an oversized gray stained hoodie.  If hair and make-up didn’t do the trick, then the hope lied in the red scarf and black heels.  Enter calmly, survey my surroundings, and then mingle.

The actual entrance: Drove around for 20 minutes trying to figure out where the bar was.  Annoyed.  Parked two blocks away and then walked in heels.  Entered with windblown hair, frustration, and a full bladder.  Fortunately make-up did its job.

          My initial reaction when I walked in was that it was a small turn out and primarily women.  Okay, New Year’s Date most likely won’t be found.

          The surveying of the room went exactly how you would picture it in the movies.  There was an older gentlemen at the end flirting (or trying to flirt) with the younger ladies, the token group of young women talking about clothes, fashion, etc., the sex kitten past her prime but unaware of it, and of course the lush who mistook wine for water.

          I stood around and chatted it up with a nice group of people, good mix.  Slim pickins’ on the men front.  The one man who could have been a potential disappeared for a while.  When he returned I over heard him saying he had a sneezing attack and might be allergic to something.  Seeing as he was standing next to me when this attack spawned I don’t think there’s a future for us.  Note to self: find men who are not allergic to you.

          Before I left I spoke with the hostess a bit more and she asked what I was looking for from Social Bling I told her my plan for the New Year, well lack of plans.  She said she’s actually working with a matchmaker now to plan more date-geared events.  Great, now I have someone working for me in the real world.  Although, this event probably won’t take place before the New Year.  So, back to the original square for now.   

          The night ended.  Said good-bye to the hostess, steered clear of sneezy pants, and as in the movies, noticed the lush hitting it off with the older man at the end of the bar.  Ah, nice to know that even though I’m dating online, in real life some things never change.

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