Day Two: Memphis to New Orleans
My friends,
A new day dawns, full of sunlight and promise, and I point my vehicle southward, optimistic that my luck will soon change. I have several solid leads with whom I have been emailing and texting, including one that "feels a special connection" with me, and is fun, flirty and intelligent. Hooray!
I hit town around 5pm, check into my hotel, and make plans to meet NOLA Baby #1 at a restaurant on the edge of the French Quarter that specializes in oysters, a food we find we both have a fondness for. I am confident of success with this baby, and stop at a drug store to purchase some playclothes for Scottie. I get to the restaurant first, secure us two seats at the oyster bar, and immediately get a text asking if I will "meet the taxi" when she gets there, a euphemism, I instantly grasp, for "pay the fare." I am somewhat taken aback by this, but what the hey, if she is as pretty as her pictures, I will soon forget about it.
A few minutes later, I am curbside, handing a twenty to the driver and ogling a beautiful blonde in a push-up bra in the backseat! Cab fare be damned, I think, and reach back to open her door, as any gentleman would. In retrospect, I should have ended the evening right there, while fantasy still reigned, but alas, it was not to be. NOLA Baby gets out of the taxi, and I instantly realize she is a wizard at PhotoShop, and has done some very skillful editing of her SA pics. This girl is easily 220 if she is an ounce, and is wearing shoes that make her about 6'4"! I list my height at 5'10", and am optimistic about that, so she is towering over me! I honestly would not have a problem with that if she did not also outweigh me by 50 or so pounds! Being a gentleman, and needing to eat anyway, I escort her in to our seats, and we begin to chat. Or rather she begins to chat, while I sit silently listening to her talk about her favorite subject, herself! The one interesting story she told, and in retrospect it should have been a tip-off, was about another SD she met who flew her in to Vegas for their first meeting, and after a day together, checked out of their room on the sly and disappeared! Lucky bastard!
The only times this girl stopped talking about herself was to order more oysters or champagne cocktails. Six dozen bluepoints later, I finally had to pull the plug, since I was in physical pain from eating so much, and was pretty sure the bill was going to wipe out the cash I had brought with me. As I stagger out the door, she rubs her boobs against the back of my head and asks coquettishly what I have in mind next. It is clear that she wants to come back to the hotel with me, indeed expects to do so, but I can't imagine anything worse, and I start mumbling about it being late, the long drive, too much to drink - really anything I can think of to wriggle free. I almost laughed at the astonished look on her face, but managed to keep it together long enough to drive her home with the promise of getting together another night while I'm in town. Needless to say, it did not happen, though she texted me daily for the next week or so. Yikes!
Fortunately, my luck changed dramatically the following evening, and in fact, as I start to write this, I am feeling a little guilty, since this next baby was so fantastic, she is almost all I think about these days. We met at a hip little cafe for dinner, and instantly felt a connection, something we both marveled at later on. She is gorgeous, funny, smart, creative, lively and interesting, and apparently is a semi-famous singer / songwriter, since she had just come back into town from a tour in New England. I did not recognize her face, and am pretty sure she did not use her real name, but she said she has a few albums out, and some music videos on Youtube, so she must be talented. She has promised to record something for me and send it once she gets back into the studio. I can't wait!
After dinner, she asks if I'd like to see her new apartment that she moved into the day before, to which I reply "absolutely"! I follow her to this amazingly romantic and evocative old mansion, on a dark street lined with live oaks and Spanish moss, where she leads me into a room that was clearly the original parlor, complete with elaborate moldings, herringbone parquet floors, plantation shutters, high ceilings and an old fireplace with a beautiful antique mirror above it. For those of you who know what I do, you know I am in heaven at this point! As we are sitting together and talking, she takes a tissue out of her purse and starts to wipe her incredibly red lipstick off, all the while looking me straight in the eyes. After a moment, I realize that she is getting ready to kiss me, and I find what she is doing extremely erotic. After a couple of hours, during which I gladly explore every inch of her incredible body, she turns out the light and falls asleep in my arms, as I lie there listening to her breathe and marveling at my good fortune at last. A little later, a church bell tolls the hour, and I understand why people rave on about New Orleans, especially if there can be a baby such as her there. I canceled all plans for the following evening, and spent the night with her again, after meeting her at an antiques shop and buying her some things for the new place, and I am pretty certain that if I had spent a third night with her, I would not have come back. Fortunately, for my normal life, but unfortunately for my Sugar life, I had to leave for Asheville the following morning, where more adventures awaited. We text every day, and I am scheming to get down there again as soon as possible. If I sound pathetic and love-sick to you, my brothers, it is no accident. As I said, she is pretty much all I think about.
It's far too late for that!
[QUOTE=SubCmdr; 1634031]Oh shit! Scotte's sprung on the cat! Don't do it man! It's a drug. It's all in your head. Go cold turkey. 12 step program. Just say no to crack!
LOL.
SubCmdr Out![/QUOTE]I'm already looking into airfare from New Orleans to fly her up here! A drug indeed!
Goner,
Scott
