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.