Gifts, Christmas or otherwise
On the subject, from a slightly different perspective, of Christmas gifts, those given with even a modicum of thought towards appropriateness tend to elicit a reaction all out of proportion to the actual value of the gift.
For example, this is the third Christmas my SB and I have been together. The first one I gave her a modest amount of cash as a gift, and it [I]was [/I]a gift. I expected nothing special for it, and I told her that. She thanked me, and we went on about our business. The next year, I gave her cash [I]and [/I]a small gift. It was nothing extravagent, not worth a tenth of the cash that I gave her, just a little locket necklace with a picture of her kids, taken from her Facebook page, inside of it. You would have thought I'd given her a diamond necklace. She was all hugs and kisses, and even got a little misty-eyed.
I did something similar this year, but a little more expensive. She still went way more ga-ga over the gift, than she did the cash.
This may sound cynical, but don't discount the perceived value of a thoughtful gift.
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'Tis The Season. HO, HO, HO!
Greetings brothers and sister of the sugar bowl! Yes, 'tis the season for giving and good cheer. And fruit cakes! I received the following request from this young lass and thought I would pass it along. This crap, I mean request, seems to show up occasionally in my message folder and they fill me with warmth and make me laugh! Again, my question to the brotherhood is: Does this stuff work? The young lady in the pic's is very appealing, she certainly sounds like she could use some help and she can almost form a sentence. Anyway, here she is:
XmasInnocence member#:3617101 SD4me.
Merry Christmas Eve Daddy;
My name is Lana and my pic code is the word (yours) , To be straight forward and not like these women on this site making up stories of disasters and bs mixed with games. My issue is this. Right now I'm looking for $1, 000 gift to help me and my daughter for the Holidays and also for my 21st Birthday / Christmas tomorrow, In return I can offer myself to you. Soon or later or as soon as you want me. So long as I'm given some time to make arrangement for my daughter with my Mom. I do have a Paypal account and also a Student Mastercard Green Dot Visa. If you wish to help me and feel comfortable by Paypal that could work perfect, if not and if you want discreet with no paperwork required then you can get a green dot moneypack. A Green Dot Money pack can be purchased at Wal-Mart. 711, Rite Aid, C. V. S or Walgreen's for a 6 month arrangement then please contact me as soon as you possible, I will forever be in your debt and will always do what I can to make you smile, the times we are able to get away together on God, My family and my daughter. I am desperately desperately seeking assistance this Christmas please don't be a Scrooge and help me. Please. I can be reached at (520) XXX. XXXX. I don't lie and I will always keep my promises. Please contact me its Christmas. Anything will help. Thank you for your time and if not then have a joyous and wondrous Christmas and an even more enjoyable New Years.
Lana.
If I understand, it's for 6 months. And she has PayPal! I am sure she would honor the deal and the pic's are actually her. No doubt. So, someone get their Secret Santa on and make this poor babies Christmas.
(This is going directly into the folder with the messages received from the "European Countries". Now those are some hot babies! And so available!)
Stay Safe. And Happy Holidays!
Strict
Even children get how this works
[QUOTE=Majest;1632473]Is there any member willing to share their sugar baby. I am only start this and not ready coming up with any luck. Thanks.[/QUOTE]Enyone else thinking about the story of the Little Red Hen?
Happy New Year all,
Scott
What a long, strange trip it's been
My brothers, and of course, Mandy!
As promised, I am posting my adventures of late on the road, hopefully better later than never. The rest of the family has gone to see "Les Miserables", a 2.5 hour epic that I have to admit I did want to see as well, but weighed the sad reality of Hugh Jackman without claws, Russel Crowe not in a gladiator suit, and Anne Hathaway with totally-cute short hair and yet not naked against some badly-needed Me Time, and I think wisely chose the latter. I'm sure I can convince someone to go see it again in a week or two, so in the meantime I will take advantage of the empty house to compose my narrative. I'm almost certain it will have no value beyond entertainment, but I feel I have earned my wings so hopefully you will indulge me just a bit. It is a long tale, thus I will break it up into parts so as not to overwhelm the clubhouse journal.
[B]Part One: Chicago to Memphis[/B]
I set out on the road with a light heart and a jaunty melody in my head, bound ultimately for New Orleans to help my younger daughter move into a new apartment, but with the immediate goal of stopping mid-way in Memphis, where I had lined up a hot yet suspiciously-agreeable baby for an m&g in my hotel lobby bar, and if all things went well, a rapid adjournment to my room for some hot yoga. Being no rookie, I had a back-up baby in the wings just in case Baby #1 flaked out on me. What could possibly go wrong? Well, my friends, I apparently had a tiny Jeff Goldbloom from Jurassic Park sitting on my shoulder and whispering sweet nothings into my ear regarding Chaos Theory, for about three hours into the 8 hour drive, I got a text from a third baby in Memphis who apologized for not getting back to me sooner, but admitting that she is strapped for Christmas cash, and normally does not do the sort of one-night-stand thing I was suggesting, but I was so polite, and yada yada, and would love to meet me when I get to town, but cautions me that she can't spend the night since she has a young son and 2 am is her baby sitter's limit, if that's ok!
I wanted to tell her that 2 am is when my pacemaker defaults into sleep mode and so I am fine with that, but at the last minute thought better of it, and just texted back that I was on the road and would get back to her in detail at my next gas stop. My thinking here was that I would find a McDonalds, bring in my laptop, sign in to their free wifi, and check out her profile. Imagine my delight when I logged on to SA and discoverd that she is a tiny Italian goddess, barely 23 years old, and possesses what looks to a seasoned eye to be a substantial yet natural rack, supported by a toned abdomen and slim hips! Hooray say Scottie and I, and I text her back that I will gladly meet her as soon as I can get myself organized, 2 am will have to do I guess, and I can't wait to connect! All is good up to this point, but now that I am relating things, I understand where I went wrong. Instead of letting things stand pat with Babies 2 and 3, I texted #2, (previously #1) to tell her I was running late, and probably would not be able to meet her after all. I know, my brothers, rookie mistake, and yet I felt so sure about the new front-runner that I did not even think about what the downside could possibly be.
At this moment, you could all probably write the denouement. I get to the hotel, check in, determine that the bar serves alcohol and hors d'oeuvres, and text New Baby#1 that she is cleared for landing. 45 minutes later, I begin to suspect what lies ahead for me, as I hear nothing back on the Booty Channel. In a panic, I text Babies #2 and #3, and receive the same response - silence! In less than an hour, I go from 3 HYBs primed for a solid pounding to none; well except for Rosie, and she can hardly be characterized as an HYB - more like a seasoned pro, but I digress. Sadder and wiser, Scottie, Rosie and I head up to our room and are universally dismayed to find that there is no porn channel, free or otherwise. Luckily I did not waste a vitamin V, so we consoled ourselves with the promise of better days ahead. This is, of course, only day One.
Scott