Gold diggers…can you dig it!
I’ve spent so much time talking about the world from the point of view of the Sugar daddy and his dating habits, but what I have neglected to do is discuss the situation from the point of view of the impressionable young women who according to movies and assorted 18th century British literature are the prey of such cunning older gentleman. Well, I’m not going to waste time with that now either, today we talk about those despicable and wicked temptresses known as gold diggers. You know the type those attractive women with the million dollar smiles, that’s right, they only will smile at you if you are worth more than a million dollars! We so often talk about the wealthy Sugar daddy type as looking like George Clooney and having the sophisticated charm of an Errol Flynn, but the truth is that those types of men rarely exist. It is the “Elmer Fudd’s” of the world who are in the majority, how many women would actually look at Bill Gates if he weren’t worth 40 billion dollars? So give those very average looking millionaires a break. They have worked hard to achieve their success and deserve a little fun and excitement.
Lets look at the majority of these relationships truthfully, so many of these women marry wealthy men for their money, and shortly after they divorce them for the same reason…their money. The average wealthy man dates for companionship and affection and is smart enough to realize when he is being played for a fool. This average Joe, (as far as millionaires go) is ok in parting with a bit of his hard earned cash for the occasional outing with a stunning young woman and although she may think she is taking him for a ride he is merely renting a commodity for a short time. While a Sugar daddy relationship is mutually beneficial remember that a gold digger never sells herself for cash, she takes credit cards, checks and stocks as well!
So there I was, finishing an hour long body forging class at the local fitness center; its funny how when I was young and had no money it was called a gym, now that I’m older and it costs $125.00 a month to go and sweat profusely, its called a fitness center. I was making the rounds on my way to the locker room for a bit of a sauna and a shower when I noticed a strange short man struggling with one of the weight machines. This tiny person was either a member of the munchkins union or possibly even a midget transsexual, but nevertheless was in a bit of difficulty, with no one willing to lend a hand. I gallantly, if not cautiously positioned myself to assist if needed. After a mutual nod of acknowledgement I continued to the showers. It has always bothered me that some people will automatically regard another with disdain or pity for looking a bit different or having a physical abnormality, not realizing that the aesthetic appearance may be just a house for something much greater, as is the case with the brilliant British physicist Stephen Hawking. As a Sugar daddy, looks do play a big part in the women I date however given the choice of two attractive women, the less attractive if educated and possessing a delightful personality will win out every time. Unfortunately, online dating doesn’t lend itself easily to determining personality quickly.
As I was leaving the shower area, several other members seemed to part like the red sea as the little man was entering a shower stall. This was funny in two ways, as I was trying to decide if they were genuinely afraid of this man, or were intimidated in that this “lil fella’s’ nickname should have been “tripod”. Again, we exchanged passing pleasantries as I made my way to my locker to get dressed, and go home for an exciting evening of looking over some potential new revenue streams as most businesses have been hit to some extent due to the backsliding economic conditions. As I was standing outside admiring another gorgeous South Florida day, the diminutive hobbit passed by and stopped, started up at me and said “You obviously noticed my differences, yet you looked past the obvious, a rare quality indeed”, as he handed me his business card his limo pulled up and the largest man I have ever seen hopped out to open the door for him. As he pulled away I glanced down at his card to realize that he was the CEO of an incredibly large dot.com, which has since become my single largest client. In the immortal words of Forest Gump’s mother, “life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you are gonna get.” Isn’t life great!
Romance is not dead, only in a Coma
A day at the beach
Life Carries On
A Sugar daddy by any other name
You can tell a lot about a person while observing them in the library; whether they are young, old, married or single, the book they hold under their arm and the periodicals they flip through can be very telling. I myself focus on the young singles. It is just so interesting to see what people in the library are reading and then try to figure out what kind of person they really are. Little old men reading the Wall Street Journal or young guys deep into the latest copy of popular mechanics might not be among those that I would be hanging out with on a regular basis, but I much prefer to see what the ladies are reading. This is not an exact science as I once dated a woman who was sitting by the window of the library with glasses on reading a magazine about knitting. She looked completely different when I caught her act at the pussycat lounge later that evening.
If you are looking for compatibility and companionship you might want to check out those individuals that you have some interest in as well and then strike up a conversation. Letts assume you see a lovely young woman perusing this month’s issue of “SKI” magazine and you are considering a trip to Vail or Aspen this year, (note: if you are contemplating becoming a Sugar daddy and don’t know where these places are…leave now, you are beyond redemption), so, this woman may just become a ski buddy that can quite easily turn into something more. Remember, when a best friend of the opposite sex becomes something much more, you have hit the jackpot! You don’t’ always have to actually spy on what a person is actually reading, you may just linger in the sections where that interesting literature is shelved. Just remember, what a person reads says a lot about what their interests are. OK, time for me to make my move, that hot brunette just picked up a copy of the “life and times of the Marquis de Sade!” Isn’t’ life great!
Men, love to date. This is a cold, hard, undeniable fact, and so do women. It is only natural that members of the opposite sex enjoy spending time together. I have a hunch God may have planned it that way. Unfortunately, too often these unions do not work out and the two people must go on their separate ways. All to frequently there is a blessed little event that may complicate the matter. Nowadays, singles moms are doing the staggering job of supporting their families by being both mother and father to their children. This requires incredible amounts of energy and self control. It is for this reason that when you begin dating a single mother you absolutely, positively must take into account that although you are dating the mom, it is a package deal. The little (or somewhat larger) bundle of joy may not always be with you in person, but you can rest assured that they will always be there in spirit.
If you are out to a nice dinner, you may be certain to receive at least one call from a child, depending on age or a babysitter interrupting with a minor crisis. If this call doesn’t come your date will wonder why and then excuse herself to go and see why no one has called. Do not be insulted by this lack of attention, it goes with the territory. Rule number one of dating a single mom, “the child always comes first”. Rule number 2 is “see rule number 1”! If you try to win over the mom to the exclusion of the child you will lose, and furthermore, you then should have no business dating a woman with a child as you clearly do not understand the situation. Quite often you will find a woman who is very secure in her situation and has everything under control, I have not found such a woman yet, but I hear they are out there. If this is the case than the rules don’t apply as the both of you are getting out of the relationship what is need. Such a woman would have no problems taking weekend trips or overnight stays as there is more than likely a trusted person behind the scenes. But if this is not the case, overnighters must be planned well in advance, The bottom line is, if a freewheeling, unrestrictive lifestyle is your way of life, then the single mom is not for you. However if being a part of something bigger than yourself intrigues you than dating the single mother could be extremely rewarding.
I love going to the supermarket! There, I’ve said it, and before all you macho, construction working, blue collar guys begin laughing too hard, let me explain why. I began my nightly strolls through the super markets a few years ago when they were just starting to get popular. I would only buy food on a ‘as you need it” basis as I tend to travel frequently, and it would also give me a reason to get out of the house for an hour or so. What I found fascinated me. In the numerous aisles of cereals, coffee, canned goods and frozen foods was an oasis, a retreat for all the women who needed a break from their grueling days or humdrum existence. It was here that they could stroll unhampered by boyfriends, husbands and bosses, and only with the occasional “kid in tow”, could mingle with others under the guise of shopping.
Although the majority of these women were off-limits, there were also those that had just gotten off a hard day of work and were stopping by to purchase some provisions and were off to an evening of television and Internet dating sites. A man alone in such a store was like waving a Porterhouse steak in front of a starving man, the attacks came quickly and without subtlety. The key is to shop the Gourmet markets such as “Whole Foods” as this seems to attract a more affluent clientele. Another thing to remember is that it is best to always take a quick view at a woman’s ring finger; I prefer to steer clear of married women as even I have some morals. I think back to the classic line in the movie “my blue heaven” starring Steve Martin as the Mafioso in the witness protection program, as he uttered the unforgettable pick up line to the ditzy blonde (played by Carol Kane) as walked down the frozen food aisle; “you shouldn’t be in here…You could melt all this stuff!”
Have you ever been to a beach on a fine summer’s day in South Florida? The water is flat calm and so crystal clear that you can see the fish swimming along the shore. What you can also see is the body shapes and any major flaws on those doing a bit of sun worshipping on the warm tropical sand. Tan bodies with little or nothing covering them up will certainly give you a great idea of what you may be getting yourself into in a purely aesthetical way of thinking. Every little beauty mark, scar, area of cellulite and stretch mark is visible to naked eye. For many this is not a very big deal while for others it can be a make or break situation. The beach is therefore the greatest supporter of truth in advertising that one could hope for. I have seen far too often in my years in the tropics that the people you met down here from the north and thought were in shape turned out to be the same ones that resembled weebles and were wearing Speedo’s and thongs in plain view of all. They make sun glasses to protect from the sun; they should make glasses to protect us from seeing this stuff too!
So now as we approach the winter months and my thoughts are now turning from the sun and fun of Florida to the Snow and ski slopes of Telluride, Colorado where I spend a part of each winter chasing down the snow bunnies and doing a bit of networking for business. It is at winter resorts such as here that I find a cruel twist of fate; I cannot determine the shapeliness or fatal design flaws of the ladies while they are wearing enough layers of clothing to open a goodwill store! There was a time when I had a particularly strenuous final run down a black diamond slope, racing a tall blonde woman about 35 years old all the way down. She had a smile that was as bright as those you see on a crest commercial on television and was sporting the newest designer ski apparel from head to toe. After some small talk I arranged to rendezvous with her at 7pm for a bit of hot tub fun. I arrived a bit after seven and found her already enjoying the warm water with a light snow falling around us. I did not need to ease myself into the tub as with a 12 degree outside temperature it was every man for himself! Things were progressing nicely when she offered to go get us a few hot après ski drinks. As she got out of the hot tub and grabbed her towel I gazed upon something that unfortunately may be burned into my memory for a very long time. As this immense thong eating butt emerged from the water I witnessed enough cellulite and fat that if you smacked it you could ride the waves! If that weren’t enough she had the words “Dirty Girl” with a picture of a nasty Jessica Rabbit tattooed on her right cheek. I was probably half way to Aspen by the time she returned. The upscale ski resorts are nice, but the beaches of Florida are much more honest!
Today I woke up, brewed a cup of fine gourmet coffee and sat on my balcony in a valiant attempt to motivate myself to accomplish something useful today. After several minutes of deep thought and contemplation I realized that this was not to be and turned my thinking to other more pressing matters. Since I was not going to go to work today, which, in reality meant I was not going to go into my home office to trade the stock market or turn on CNBC or even go near a computer. Today I was gong to be a bum. Rarely having had the luxury of doing as little as possible for an entire day, the endless possibilities where running amuck in my head. Having recently hired a new personal assistant, I decided to go wake her up from the bedroom…GOTCHA! Although I did recently take on a personal assistant, she is not my Sugarbabe, I do draw the line between work and play, and I also refuse to date anyone that voted during the Eisenhower administration. But today, my business life was in her capable hands.
I thought perhaps I could take my bike out on the trail that runs alongside the beach to get some much needed exercise and then come home, take a shower and be ready for an hour or so of the great buffet lunch served at the local gentleman’s club. Of course you realize, its not about the naked girls, its all about the food. Since it was such a beautiful day, I vetoed the idea of a buffet lunch and decided that I would first go down to the beach and with a good book and catch up on a little reading, after all this is South Florida and the beach is almost as good as the finest strip joints. I positioned myself so I could see the blue waters of the Gulfstream while also have a birds eye view of any ladies coming my way. Yup, today was going to be the day to catch up on all those little things I have been meaning to do, but never had the time.
I woke about 5pm, just as the sun was beginning to edge to the western horizon and all the other beachgoers were on their way home. My SPF 45 did the trick and as I took a quick dip in the still warm ocean with no ill effects from several hours of sleeping in the tropical sun. So, I didn’t accomplish all those little things, I didn’t meet a new Sugarbabe and I ended up sleeping the day away on beautiful beach to the sound of the waves hitting the beach and birds fighting over a bit of fish. Isn’t life great.