Highs and Lows

This lifestyle is all about when it rains it pours. At least for me. I've had periods of sugar rushes and periods of sugar droughts. Right now I think i might be sliding back down into a drought. I have plenty of potentials to choose from but for one reason or another some catch my attention but most don't.

Last night was awkward. I met with Mr. Spontaneous. The last e-mail I had read, he had pushed the date to 7:15 instead of 7pm. Well apparently he had changed it back to 7pm, but I did not get that email until I got home. Anyways, needless to say I got there at 7:15 and he was not a happy camper. He made it seem like he was waiting around for me and I had explained to him that I had only read the first change not the second. Ok whatever he was annoyed and I was annoyed at our less then pleasant intro. So two aggravated people in a nearly empty bar area. Drinks, please! Well basically he was quiet and didn't talk much. I'm not sure if this was due to his current state of mind or if this was just his personality. We talked small talk and I kept trying to make the best of it. This was so difficult because he was acting soo incredibly childish. Like OK it was a misunderstanding! Are you going to continue on with the silent treatment? Well I'm a sports nut so he started to let loose after some sports talk. We like most of the same teams and he seemed pretty comfortable with this. Anyways, the rest of the date was interview style. Him asking a bunch of questions, me answering them and trying to elaborate as much as possible. If I asked him a question he just gave me something cut and dry. There was no way to have a conversation with this man. Which I hate because I can seriously go on and on and on about anything. Really, anything. My mom always said I would talk to the wall if it talked back. Ok well, we clearly were not feeling it or something so the whole thing went on for about an hour. Said goodbye and parted ways. Total miss. I wish I had just gone with my gut and stayed home.

Teeth called me almost immediately after I got home. I had told him about Mr. Spontaneous since I find no reason to hide anything from him right now. Anyways, after hearing about it he said "well babe, hopefully you will see that you have what you need here with me." (extra big cheesy smile!) I thanked him and told him that we have only gone on one date but I hoped he was right. So to prove his point he paid for my cell phone bill :) YAY! I'm reconnected with society again! I was so happy but unfortunately, he had to cancel our date this evening. (womp womp).

Well, the sugar potentials are drying up. I'm not getting any new e-mails at all as of late but I suppose I'll just have to wait it out and see.

Grammar Check

I've been branded a fat pimply Asian Man for speaking English correctly! Yep, Paranoia and I began e-mailing back and forth last night on some of what we were looking for. There was nothing in his profile that seemed off, he actually seemed pretty normal (with a SIIIIIICCCKKK body). Anyways, He had mentioned somewhere along the way that he needed discretion and he needed to feel safe. Fine. My response to this was " Discretion is a must for me as well so I think we are safe in that aspect." So then he said a 22 year old from my neighborhood would not speak this way so I apparently was "fat pimply Asian man" and also a "scam artist." LOL WTF? really? So my response was this:

Does "hey boo how you been" sound any better? I AM Dominican from nb and I'd rather break the stereotype then perpetuate it. Yes, I speak proper English and no my diction is not perfect but I'm also not a hoodrat. And trust me papo i can get down just like the rest of them but I'm a lady... 22 or or not I don't fall for the hype. And really, I'm not trying to meet up with someone that paranoid. I can only imagine your screening process and it's far from simple or fun. but thank your for time, bro.

1 love boo. hope the next girl you contact can be "on the down-low too."

I was so far beyond pissed and after not hearing back from him I patted myself on the back and let it go. This morning I check my e-mail and get this:

now THAT's the kind of woman i am looking for! smart, passionate, tough, and tender...sorry if i hurt your feelings, baby...i have a lot to gain by being with you, but even more to lose by being with the wrong person...so i have to be very careful..and you were giving me something short of reality...a level of professionalism that was difficult for me to see who you really are..let me apologize again and try to make it up to you? how about coffee at the W in ____ at 3:00pm on Wednesday? i promise to be nice and treat you like the woman you are...my feelings of insecurity were directed at someone else..

So that left me wondering, do i really need to "dumb it down?" Anyways, I have yet to respond to this and I'm glad he's got his tail between his legs but I don't even know if I want to pursue this...But that body!!

Alright. So I really have to run some errands before seeing Mr. Spontaneous. "The Boyfriend" called today with some depressing choice words. But staying strong and avoiding that melodrama all together.

xox0

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i have some things to blog about before the Mr. Spontaneous date but I have to get in a workout before my very long day :)

xoxo

Just put me on the payroll!

Immediately after I began this blogging my life away business I decided to put in my two cents about any vague/under-discussed/over-discussed topics in Sugarville. I've been playing catch up with alot of the blogs on this website over the weekend as well as other blogs on different websites. Its great to see so many women shed some light on this society branded "taboo" lifestyle. So for today I want to talk about working for your SD and rally how common is it?

Yesterday, I began talking to Penpal (an old SD that never led to anything) and he offered me a job. The position is slightly gauche but interesting no less. Basically, my job would be to ensure he is having the time of his life as often as possible. This entails, managing his work schedule with his playtime schedule. Fabulous right? Wrong. I would need to travel between LA and NY regularly and I would eventually need to find him his ideal woman (I'm looking for something relaxed and local not a lifestyle change!). He says he wants to sugardate plenty of women until he is ready to settle. Redheads, Blondes, Brunettes, the whole gamete. Not only would I have to find him these women but I would have to interview them (cross-examination style preferably). Naturally I would on occasion be a part of the sugardating but essentially I would be on the payroll (and not to get into facts and figures ladies but my jaw almost dropped when he was talking salary).

Is this common? and if so is this safe? Who's to say that when he's bored of me someone else doesn't get my job? And also can we say sexual harassment?! Clearly, if he's paying me for this I'm going to partake in a little rumbling between the sheets. And really, in all the jobs I've had I've become exceptionally great at hating my boss.

So my answer to him was, I'd do the job from NY and travel to LA to check everything out 1-2 times monthly. NOT, weekly as he prefers. Take it or leave it. I'm almost positive he left it. I would.

Needless to say, my wheels started spinning and I'm so fascinated by the idea of a sugarjob. I think if the circumstances were different I totally would. Regardless of the consequences, we are here for the "Holy Grail," as PrincessDiva put it, of the sugar lifestyle. So I'd throw caution to the wind sure, but I'm not a fan of airplanes and I'm certainly not a fan of not having a homebase.

So a little bit of an update on the sugar life. Mr. Spontaneous and I are meeting up tomorrow and Teeth and I are meeting again on Wednesday. I'm not too excited about tomorrow for some reason. Mr. S didn't catch my attention like Teeth did even though he is better looking, has more money, and is clearly looking for some of the same things I am looking for. I don't know what it is about Teeth, but I'm fawning like a school girl!

xoxo

A night out with Teeth

Last night was sweet. I was a little uptight at first because I'd had an argument with my "boyfriend" and our relationship is currently up for debate. I wore my favorite LBD, accesories, makeup, you know, the works. He picked me up in a nice sports car that he rented from the airport. He told me I looked great and he surprisingly looked much better then his pics. Well-dressed, great build for a man in his 50's. We went to this place by my house with sweeping views of NYC. It's my usual "go-to" spot for sugar dating. Upscale, intimate, and you have the option of enjoying a 5 star dinner or lounging at the bar. Anyways, it was a Saturday night and pretty packed and since we were just meeting for drinks we hadn't made any reservations (oops). We were standing around at the bar waiting for a place to sit and chat, me with my Cabernet, him withhis Vodka and club soda with lime. After about 20 minutes and some small chatter we found a spot. Well we ended up getting close almost immediately. Great connection and chemistry as I knew we would. He was very hands-on and pda which i love. We had plenty in common and there wasn't any awkward silence (YAY!). We ended up havingsome appetizers and he made me try this tuna dish which was wow! I mean he really showed me what it means to appeal to all the senses in your palette (he's a chef on the side). I couldn't have been more happy. We ended up kissing and had a little makeout session in his car.

Now on to the big negative. He never mentioned anything about any sort of arrangement. I didn't want to push any talk about it seeing as how we were just meeting to see if we were compatible. which he kept saying we are and even made plans to meet again on Wednesday. I had dropped a hint about wanting him to pay for my cell phone bill since it's so hard to communicate but he didn't bite (moron). Also, he insinuated that he wanted to go on to do the deed but I wasn't having it. He hadn't even mentioned the money part of all of this and he wanted a freebie. No shot.

Anyways, Mr. Spontaneous e-mailed me asking if we could meet on Wednesday for drinks (surprisingly at the same place I'd taken Teeth). I've already made plans and asked if any other day during the week would work. Still waiting for his response.

I'm so grateful for the sugar love I've been gettin lately and hopefully it will continue to get better.

xoxo

Sugar Surge

This update comes to you courtesy of my scatterbrained mind. I seem to have had a sugar surge and can't keep track of all the potentials. I knew as soon as I'd signed onto website #3 things would pick up. It just felt right. And my inkling was right. I've had more sugars contact me then I can keep track of. It might not be too many in comparison to some other SB's but to me, it's seems like alot.

#1: Teeth: O my sweet sweet Teeth. He called this morning to tell me he had gotten an early flight back and he wanted to see me tonight! I was so excited bc like I have said(insert vomit-inducing noises here) he is my top choice. I'm not sure why really. And I don't know if he can give me what I am looking for but for whatever reason I like him.

#2: The Doctor. He is an interesting guy. He seems to know what he is looking for. I don't think I fit his criteria but for whatever reason he continues to pursue me. Whether or not it will work is questionable. As much as I prefer monthly arrangements he prefers to pay per visit :( OK fine. whatever

#3: Mr. Spontaneous. This guy is tricky tricky tricky. He wants a sincere and genuine girl, not a pro by any means. (duh) And according to his profile he has more then enough to give me the world. And by the world I mean whatever my heart desires. He would set me up with a monthly allowance if all goes well. Also he's the guy that will call you Friday night to go to Paris with him for the weekend. Sheesh idk if I can handle all that, but I'm definitely par for the course ;)

#4: Boca. Didn't I give this douchebag up? Well i thought I did but he's on the back burner for now. My sister (yes sugarhunting runs in the family, read: first post, momma comes up) is interested in what he's offering. She does not have the time for the GFE and needs a guy who is in and out so to speak. Yes, the block of ice filling the cavity where my heart once was does tend to melt with these things. I'm not a Bocanette.

#5, 6, 7: Producer, Yaps, and LePeu. These three I bunch together only because I have completely ignored them for one reason or another. I'm still throwing them a bone every once in a while just in case. I have a problem with cutting the cord (See #4). Producer caught my attention from a CL (is that a pig flying by my window?) ad but he's so boring and Villagey. Yaps is looking for someone to have lunch with every day and talk about world politics. (yawn). And LePeu stood me up once before although he says it was traffic. Clearly i've been quite the asshole towards him.

Then there's the boyfriend. O yea did I forget to mention him? We have been together for years (6 in Feb). He's complicated. And by complicated I mean immature. He loves me, I am fully aware, but he is not ready to show me his love. He spends most of his time these days out drinking and gallavanting with his friends. This, I can't fault him for. He's 23, this is what you do at this age. BUT, I'm so far passed him mentally at this point that I just don't have the patience for him to catch up. Our relationship has been rocky from the jump. Passionate fights. Passionate love. Typical. Aside from all that he never took the time to go to college and at this point has no sense of direction for his life. Until he gets it together, CherryCakes is diving into the sugarbowl. Head first.

Tonight, is a night for celebrating. I spent last night in complete disarray. Asking God (or whoever is up there) to show me something. I've been feeling so hopeless. He sent me at least a nice night out with Teeth. THANK YOU! Now I must go figure out what to wear.

xoxo

Sex and Candy?

"I smell sex and candy here
Who's that lounging in my chair
Who's that casting
devious stares in my direction
Mama this surely is a dream"
-Marcy Playground

It took all but one full day to rearrange the BS on my profile. Sweet to a fault it was but now my tweaks have snowballed and I sound like an obnoxious bitch (alot like my tru life counterpart). After 3 separate discussions with immensely useless perverts posing as true to form Sugar Daddy's that my bank account yearns for, I'm struggling. Where is the balance between "humble pie" and "raging bitch." Does this place really truly exist in Sugarland? Or is it all a rouse.

Ecounter #1: After an intensely boring day playing assistant to a pompous asshole I decided to entertain myself and respond to a sexually charged e-mail from a would-be SD. Let's call him Boca (his stated location on his profile) His e-mail wreaked of desperation but he assured me that the only reason he discussed his sexual preferences so eagerly was to ensure that we were compatible in the bedroom. (uh-huh) So, I played the naive girl next door bit to see how far he would go before admitting he just wanted to get laid. Homeboy had a plan laid out for the next 6 months as far as expenses go. I wondered (verbally, in email of course) how would that work if he seemed to just want a one time deal? After a bit of banter back and forth (him wrapped up in his sexual perversion, and me slyly calling him out) he asked if I would like to meet for lunch. Then, the infamous "Great, well if things go well maybe we can get a room." "Negative, I don't know you and I'm not that kind of girl. Did you think, a chicken salad and a glass of water would get you some, really?" Boca went on to apologize and tried to cover his ass but it was useless, i was already bored.

Encounter #2: Sagbag (skinny older man with saggy skin) emailed me and asked for a pic-exchange email session. Now, I hate this. I put up as many pictures as possible to avoid these pointless e-mails. I told him this and he asks for more. WHY???? Are you vision impaired sir? Did you want me to resend the 12 pictures (excessive I am aware) of myself to your e-mail? Needless to say, that became a number of exchanges back and forth ending in the sex discussion. I wasn't willing to play anymore, Boca got the best of me.

Encounter #3: This one was short. First e-mail "Hey, send me more pics to ________" That was it! No "Hey how are you?" Not even the attempt to BS me. I sent pics (alot). His response: "Send me something sexy, doesn't have to be nude but a bikini or lingerie or something." My response: "Go to hell, old man. You have enough pictures to jerk off to for the evening. enjoy"

Ok, so maybe it was a little harsh but what the fuck?! Then the tirade profile change ensued and it was messy. I realized afterwards that I sound a little (very) harsh. So now I must redo them.

But, I still have hope for a good man. Don't get me wrong, if a good guy comes along he gets mushy, affectionate CherryCakes. For example, Teeth (my new fav) sent me an e-mail and signed off with "Mi querida linda." So sweet, I could melt. I wish I could meet him sooner rather then later but he's in Vancouver this week so I'm screwed till next week. Meaning Christian Louboutin lace booties will have to wait at least another week :(

Enjoy the sugarfest.

Photoshoots, for the rest of us.

How vain is the sugar world? Seeing as how few women admit to their sugary-sweet fixation it's hard to gauge the Pretty Scale. Is this a world of catwalk knockouts? Is there space for the pretty girls not gracing any rag mag covers? What's the model-to-average-Jane-ratio? Should I even be concerned?

The longer I wait around for a response for some sugar daddy to catch my bait I catch myself pondering about the competition. Take me out any day and the eyes will follow. But in sugar world where I'm cut and sliced and prejudged by a few photos, what's my real chances of getting attention? They can't capture my je ne sais quoi in a 2x4!

Sexiness, charm, wit, and all that extra fluff that makes you love like a person are not hand delivered of some "About me" section. And toe-to-toe with some twit model, I'll bag the personality portion. Bible. So, the question remains what's in a picture? And how many times do I have to go through Myspace-esque photoshoots of myself in my bathroom/room/living room to get some attention?!

On, a brighter note, I've been receiving more and more e-mails from website #3. Must be the new meat stench. On a cloudier note, most of them can't type correctly, and initial emails always bore me. Waiting for Teeth to get back to me on the day we are to meet up. Hopefully it doesn't turn into another Winslow fiasco (a tale for another day).

Till then, enjoy the sugarfest.

The Beginning - Sort of.

In a sense, it all began when I was born. I 'came up' with minimal. Government-assisted housing, scary noises in the middle of the night, and an appreciation for round-the-clock patrol cars. I learned fast that this was not the way to Saks on 5th. Fast forward eight-years and I find myself living quite comfortable. Mommy got a new husband and I was greatly benefiting. Big houses, new cars, more pets than I could really care for and a penchant for new toys and new clothes. Speed up the clock about 12 more years and after a few bad decisions in college I get cut off. *GASP* 'But, daddy pleeeaaassee!' Let the sugar hunt begin.....

Hi! 22yr old Cherry Cakes at your service. Serving up a little sugar honesty. I've been *quote-unquote* sugar dating since April of this year. But I've really been harpooning for extra cash flow since the womb. Can you blame me?! I could get into the morality of it all but let's not mince words here. I want $ and you want the Cherry Cakes arm candy special. Trade-off?

So in my delirium of trying to figure out how in the world I was going to buy those Louboutin lace booties from the Fall 09 collection I realized ther is a void in the Sugar Baby blogosphere. "Attention all sugarettes, attention all sugarettes. Are you out there?" They must be strung out on all the sugar. So I'll shine a spotlight for the strong minded. I tend to be brass and if it's not your cup of herbal green tea I suggest you go back to trolling Craigslist. Merci!

Alright the intros are done here is the 411. I signed up to yet another sugardaddy site (I have 3. don't judge) about .5 secs ago and got to talking to an older Mr. this afternoon. Let's call him Teeth (bc dude has the sickest grill. all aligned super straight and pearly white. almost like a horsey but they suit him). Anywho, Teeth was well spoken, mildly entertaining and fell for the ol' "sweet as pie" line. hook. line. sinker. No lie, I'v been sent the dentist bill for a toothache once or twice but in the sugar world sweet = naive and naive = broke. Well, he failed to mention his actual wages on the site but my CherrySenses™ tell me boyfriend's got it going on. So we go through the usual banter "You're beautiful" "Thanks, you're handsome" [pause] "You're so sweet" "Really? I never heard that before" [pause] "I'm glad you're so nice" "*Yawn*" [short pause] "What?" "O nothing, When are you availableto meet?" Homeboy tells me he's in a relationship. Great, one of those. I hate those. But last year's beaten up Givenchy's catch my eye and I agree to meet up. Sellout. Bash away.