Posts tagged sugar daddies

    In the matter of hours between our first date ending and the email asking for a second date, I have decided that Jim could be everything I think I am looking for at this juncture. Someone to take me out, spend a little money on me. Not because that truly matters to me, but because it’s an experience I’ve honestly never had.

    I begin to think that this must be one of those untold transitions you do in your twenties, moving on from dating boys to dating men.  I want to try all those things I haven’t had yet; the expensive dinners, fancy parties, getting laid in pricey hotel rooms by men of questionable character. I’ve had my share of economical, homemade, but still wonderfully romantic experiences. Drinking PBR and eating Chinese food by candlelight (because the power was turned off, of course) in Bushwick, sneaking candy into matinee movies in Jersey, making out in the back of crappy cars; these are all episodes I won’t forget, things that made me how I am today for better or worse.  But with those times behind me, I want to sample a little bit of how people who don’t have to watch every cent in their bank accounts live. I’m well aware of how gold-diggery this sounds.

    There’s also the issue of my fast unraveling will to take care of myself. I have not stepped foot in my kitchen since my break up and consciously refuse to go to the grocery store. My subconscious has translated this into a sick need for a man to swoop in and spoon feed me pudding. Maybe I’m just lazy, who knows? Maybe I’m not as independent as I think I am. Most likely, I just want to see what it feels like.

    I’ve known girls, friends of friends, who’ve stumbled into situations where they are being sent e-mail confirmations for international flights and having ‘gifts’ dropped into their bank accounts. I don’t even totally grasp how the intricacies of those ‘arrangements’ work, forget that I don’t think I’m intrepid enough to pull it off. I wonder about it quit a bit though, because the girls I have heard of are not vapid, stupid, or shallow. They are working girls (no, not ‘working girls’) who were able to catch a very lucky break to ease their bank accounts. With no strings that I’ve yet heard of other than sex. Who doesn’t like sex?

    It’s at this point in my train of though that I start considering sex work. Again, I have known friends of friends who have done stints as call girls. Very different than the first set of girls I described, being a call girl sounds like actual work. There is a set and standard operating procedure and you are required to deliver a product. Not to mention I’ve heard that’s practically like being an amateur therapist. As for my own sex work aspirations, they stop far short of what I would need to be successful. I would never do anal on command and, frankly, I love sex but I love good sex. Plus, I’m not always gracious when it doesn’t work out how I want. So no sex work for me.

    Back to Jim, I respond and say yes I would love to meet for drinks Thursday by Grand Central. I spend a few minutes contemplating outfits and then go back to my new favorite mindless activity- compulsively clicking through quickmatch on Ok Cupid, shopping for more men.