Monday, March 08, 2010

The Ultimate in Status -- Black AmEx

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She'sssss back!  My favorite highly sexually charged intellectual is blogging again.  Izzy of Sarong Party Girl has been updating her blog regularly, read about some of her escapades and become inspired.  I've added her link in the "Blogs I Read" section.

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I met BA (Black Amex) through a regular dating site.  I soon as I saw him I knew he was a liar.  In his profile he said he was 6 feet tall, yet as we stood side by side, I had over an inch on him.  I did have 4 inch heels on, but even with I shouldn't have flanked him.  But I kept an open mind, eager to give this "regular dating" thing a real shot.  We went to an upscale restaurant, my favorite in fact.  The first thing he did as we sat down was ask for the wine list and order the most expensive bottle of champagne.  Way to impress!  I knew this would be a good night.

We talked and got to know each other over dinner.  He came from a stable family and experienced a privileged lifestyle, not unlike myself.  During our conversation I did most of the talking, asking him questions about himself, otherwise it was dead air.  Being as it was my favorite restaurant, he requested I order for him and I obliged.  This was a rare situation, most men insist on ordering for me!  After dinner we toasted to the excellent meal with the last drops of champage.  It wasn't till after that, when I forgot to make a ladylike exit for the bathroom as the check came, that I noticed it.  The black card with platinum letters and numbers on it.  The unmistakeable symbol of status, peeking out from the corner of the black leather pay envelope, the Black AmEx.

I pretended not to see it.  After dinner we left the restaurant for a nightclub nearby.  As the night progressed, I got quite bored with him.  Texted friends and asked how I could make a polite exit from the date.  It was time to escape, despite the allure of the black amex.  Eventually I simply told him I was tired and as the gentleman he is he got up, paid the bill and walked me to my car.  Not before leaning in for a kiss, which by the way, left much to be desired.  I simply wasn't attracted to him.

I tried to give him some time, because he was a gentleman and the Black Amex didn't hurt.  But Alas, it simply wasn't meant to be, eventually I suggested we just be friends but he wasn't able to handle that.  So we have, or rather he has ended communications.  So be it.  My quest continues.  What a time we would've had with his card though!  Penthouse hotel suites, bottles in Vegas, every opulent experience you can imagine. It's just as well, I think I'm looking for something deeper and stronger than a credit card with a high limit.

Monday, March 01, 2010

Regs vs. Pots

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Luigi (aka Mr. iPhone) is tall, with all his hair and a thick accent.  Because he’s foreign, about half of our time is spent with me teaching him the correct way to say certain words and phrases.  Oy vey, I never knew teaching was in my future.  It feels too much like work!  After spending a few hours with him, my brain is literally tired from playing English teacher and a nap is necessary.

On one hand Luigi has shown a lot of promise.  He’s a married man with children who are no longer at home and is seriously contemplating a divorce.  I think it would've already occurred if it wasn't for his children and the hefty divorce settlement wifey is entitled to.

Today between meeting for dinner and chatting on the phone, we spent 6 hours in communication.  It’s not that I didn’t enjoy it but at the end of the day, what is he offering, is he worth this amount of attention?  True, on the first date he gave me an iphone because I said I loved it and would like to get one.  And yes, we do meet at only the best restaurants.  But I’m eager for an allowance to be a topic of conversation.  The Sugar Lifestyle has spoiled me; I expect allowances to be discussed on the first date and cash in my hand as a show of good intent.

Unfortunately, I met him on a regular dating site, despite his married status.  Being direct about an allowance will do me no good, it might even scare him.  In the past 4 years while he and his wife haven’t been intimate he has taken care of her and his children because they are his responsibilities.  He’s looking for a girlfriend, so I have faith he will take good care of me as he has done with them.

Luigi is rich.  He comes from a very wealthy family and has a penchant for beautiful things.  Luckily, unlike Jeffrey, he places a high value on substance as well.  I think I need to be a bit patient with this one.  I’ll give him a month and if I don’t see any improvement in the form of gifts and an allowance, I will introduce the allowance conversation myself.

:Sidebar:

A popular question is and always will be, how do you ask for help?
I’m not shy, I continuously throw out hints of things I need or places I would like to visit.
Since Luigi is a reg (regular guy from a regular dating site) and not a pot (potential sugardaddy from a sugardaddy site).  The conversations are slightly different.  In the beginning we date like any other couple.  We dine at fine restaurants, spend quality time, get to know each other well and figure out where we fit in each other’s lives.

While we’re dating, I’ll throw out comments to gauge his ability to respond to my needs;

“My car is in the shop, and I have no idea how to pay for it.”

“I love XXX in the summertime, there’s nothing like skinny dipping in the ocean.”

“I’ve always wanted XXX, but could never afford it.”

If he responds positively by getting me what I need, then he gets to stick around.  As with the sugar daddies, no sex until I begin to receive some sort of help.  I think of it as breaking him in.

Your interest can’t be his money alone, otherwise he will feel used.  I am truly in the market for a boyfriend and potentially a husband.  Relationships take time to grow, especially without the mutually beneficial protocols of a SD/SB relationship.

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As I get older I’m starting to see the power of being a woman.  I’m not afraid to get up and walk away from someone who is clearly not deserving of my time.

We are in charge; most of us just don’t know it yet.  A beautiful woman can get a man to eat out of her __________. You fill in the blank.  If we can do that, getting him to buy a Vuitton or pay rent is nothing.  The trick is to always date men with money.  And the ultimate goal is to marry a man with loads of it, whose parents have even more!  Happy hunting ladies.