Sugar Daddy (Dating Adventures)

So, I say I want a Sugar Daddy. Like I know in my heart I think I deserve one however . . . Sugar Daddies be having me fucked up. My apologies. There was no other vernacular at my disposal to express that sentiment. I met a couple so far. They love me. Who doesn't?  I thought I wanted something more serious so I have been avoiding them. Ever since the Little Red Corvette episode, I figured keeping things a little light couldn't hurt. Let's meet our latest and greatest gentleman.  Hmm, what shall we address him by? Let's go with Mr. CEO. Mr. C messaged me. He loved my hair among many other things. There was quite a bit of an age difference but I'm not one to judge. He had a daughter my age but I wasn't interested in his daughter so . . . yeah. His approach was smooth. The conversation flowed easily as he sent pictures of his home and of him posing with a plethora of celebrities. In my experience older men aren't that technology savvy so I was impressed by his ability to keep up with the messages and sarcasm without skipping a beat. Go ahead old man. He began to talk about the ways in which he could change my life. All the things he could do for me. Would do for me. I skillfully avoided those topics. He was already at strike one nonetheless I was allowing him to continue our banter ignorant of his offense. Don't ever tell me what you can do for me. Do for me. Ask for my account number, drop $1,000.00 in there and then tell me what you just did for me. Not to mention his need to be discreet was also mentioned. Due to his lucrative business (no I don't care to share) and all. I played it cool though. It's not my job to raise anyone that's significantly older than me. I just stop them at strike 3 and keep it moving. Our conversation evolved. Adult talk. Anyone that can weave a conversation out of topics such as black America, photography, polyarmory and sex without even a hint of offensive and or dismissive rhetoric has the ability to capture my attention. At least for a couple of minutes. He was obviously educated. Obviously street. And he wasn't needy. My type in a nut shell. He didn't back off when I used the word friend. And I used that word quite often. It's my safe word. My "I need you to stay where I put you" word. Mr. Red Corvette's sad eyes were still on my mind. My guard was up. I'm driving in the slow lane . . . friend. So he learned how to stop using the "wife" word. All good. We progressed to talks of meeting up. He wanted a simple date. Cool. I wanted a simple video call. I don't meet with anyone without a video call. It's my thing. I just have to see you live. Calls and messages just won't do. My request unnerved him. He stuttered and asked if I wanted to see . . . him? No, I want to see your mother. I mean seriously. His voice fell flat as he responded with stentorian "No". He said that our first sighting would have to be face to face on a date. That was his way of doing things. *sigh* So I had to ask. Overweight or unattractive? Or both? Either way, his hesitation obviously meant that he had been deceptive with his photos and since we were now on strike 2, my irritation was now outgrowing my interest. He was too damn old for 2 strikes. My blunt question seemed to startle him. He sounded panicky. I'm not sure. He caught himself, cleared his throat then asked me to compromise. Give his way a chance. He said that he would not be the affluent business man he was today without compromising. That I would have to learn how to compromise to give a better life to my children. *eye roll* So here's how this is going to go. My exact words to him. And anytime I find myself addressing a member of the opposite sex in this fashion, know for sure he will never make it to a place where our passions will run wild. "I'm going to video call you, you will pick up and we will talk." He didn't pick up when I called. Seriously, if you're not in a position to defy me, you don't defy me. I blocked him. Some how he found a way to reach me. Apparently I'm terrible at this blocking thing....lol. They find me on other sites and shit. Who can keep up? Whatever. Blocking is more of a message to me anyway. A message that says leave me the hell alone. Some people just don't get it. Anyway he found a way to reach me to let me know how fake my dreads and I were. Oh and that I was the scum of the earth. To which I replied "It's a good thing you don't ever have to hear from this piece of scum ever again" and then blocked his ass again. I can't stand sore losers. Lawwd, why can't I get this right? *smile*