"Sugarbabies" / "Arrangements" Amateurs or Not?

[F Scott]

At least she had the guts to tell you to your face instead of doing the young 'uns chicken shit thing of just deleting you from her contact list. Speaking for others, we feel for you my friend as we're just a phone call / text / email away from being there ourselves.

Magic,

Thank you for your support, public and private. I really did appreciate her having the grace to tell me in person, and I told her so. It is offering me a sense of closure that I did not have before, and something to think about, in hindsight, that is helpful in the healing process. Maybe this guy will turn out to be a douche, (75% likely) and we will be on again in a month or so; maybe not. In any case, I am proud of how I handled things, and appreciative of how she handled things, so now it's just a question for me of healing my wounds. It was nine great months, which Mandy tells us is two more than I should have expected, so I count myself lucky.

I am looking forward to laying low for a bit; Polo and my British baby have suddenly lost their luster, and my 18 yo goth seems childish to me now. I'm sure things will change; nothing is constant but change, so they say, but for a bit I am looking forward to floating along, and not rowing so hard.

Peace, my friends. There is a bottle of pinot that is calling to me, and I am frankly unable to resist at this moment.

Yours,

Scott

[JoesParty]

Unless it really, really fucking sucks!

It's over, my friends. I knew it the minute I saw her face. A guy her age that was in her circle of friends has suddenly become significant, and she wants to see where it will go. She says she also wants to keep me in her life, but I think that was just being nice. We shall see.

I am strangely calm, but it may just be shock. Can't process much more than this at the moment.

Scott

My condolences, Scott. As Magic said, at least she was kind enough to do it face to face, though I realize that doesn't really make it suck any less. I, too, am struggling with some distance (both emotional and physical) issues with my ATF, and it isn't any fun at all.

But I can say this: She might not be "just being nice." If she feels for you even a fraction of what you feel for her, you can bet you will be one of her first calls if / when the new guy becomes old news. I urge you to be open to that possibility, because being the guy who's always there for her definitely has its perks.

[Magic Rat]

Scott, you know I feel your pain. I know it's just a matter of time until I hear those same words. At least she had the guts to tell you to your face instead of doing the young 'uns chicken shit thing of just deleting you from her contact list. You have been preparing for this so just absorb the grief until the anger kicks in. I'm guessing it won't take as long as you think. Speaking for others, we feel for you my friend as we're just a phone call / text / email away from being there ourselves.

[Graham111]

Yes after 6 weeks my ATF says let's get together. So I travel to see her and. She has a "commited relationship" but wants to keep seeing each other on the sly. Assuming I buy her a car. And he keeps calling every few hours as looks like he is a control freak. No can do. This is the guy who convinced her I was the anti-christ because I am married. What a strange world. Hurt yes but hanging on would hurt more. Oh well. More fishies in the sea.

[F Scott]

Unless it really, really fucking sucks!

It's over, my friends. I knew it the minute I saw her face. A guy her age that was in her circle of friends has suddenly become significant, and she wants to see where it will go. She says she also wants to keep me in her life, but I think that was just being nice. We shall see.

I am strangely calm, but it may just be shock. Can't process much more than this at the moment.

Scott

[F Scott]

My brothers,

I am about to head out to see my ATF after more than a month of comparative radio silence, and no meet-ups, casual or otherwise. I have a bad feeling that I am going to learn something that I don't want to learn, whether it is that she wants to break it off, or the magic is gone for me. I am seriously contemplating cancelling, but I won't.

Think good thoughts for me: that what needs to happen will happen.

We shall see,

Scott

[F Scott]

The txting suggestion is a good one. I usually give my hobby email out as part of the first contact message anyway. Why not go the next step and give the SB potential another easy option. They are much more inclined to send a quick txt message.

Alias.

Don't know why I haven't been doing this all along! It does burn up the minutes on my pay-as-you-go phone however. Anyone know of a solution that still maintains absolute anonymity? At least my phone somehow came with a double-minutes bonus, so a 60 minute card actually nets me 120. Occasionally I do something smart! I will say that I am using "LOL" and emoticons a lot more than I ever thought I would at my advanced age. As I said, if you want to talk to the natives, you need to know the language (LOL).

As for my ATF, I am cautiously looking forward to tomorrow. I have so incredibly missed her body, and her sweet face, and her slightly goofy laugh, and her short blonde hair, and the way her eyes crinkle up when she smiles, and how I love her smell, and her skin, and just how incredibly comfortable we are together - and well, as you all tediously know, everything. It will take all my strength to stay in the moment, and not go back to thinking that it's the way it was. Damage has been done. But on the other hand I think "so what?"

Two M&Gs scheduled for next week, one with a married baby, which I have to confess I find incredibly erotic, but a disappointing walk-by with a follow up "no thanks", from a baby today. She wasn't as hot as her photo looked either - LOL. (Sorry)

Polo has been quietly inquiring if I have lost interest (not) but I feel like I need to solve this ATF issue once and for all before I can fully commit to the next phase of my Sugar Life, which will be filling the creel with sweet little fish as fast as I can.

Happy Father's Day,

Scott

[AliasSM]

Damn Scottie if you don't have a way with words! Your post almost made me feel like I was right there in the car with you watching her "pull her panties aside". It's good to see you posting again and getting back in the game.

The txting suggestion is a good one. I usually give my hobby email out as part of the first contact message anyway. Why not go the next step and give the SB potential another easy option. Hell, txt has almost made email obsolete as it is so it only makes sense to hand your number out early and often to increase the odds. What I have found is that sometimes emails go unanswered for weeks with these young SBs. They are much more inclined to send a quick txt message.

Good luck with the ATF meeting.

Alias.

Gentlemen,

I have been laying low this past month, comparatively, nursing my wounded heart (more on that later) and basically whining and crying to my sugar friends about getting dumped by my ATF after 9 blissful months.

In an effort to put the past behind me, I have tentatively started casting to some little fish, and have hit on an approach that brought outstanding results yesterday, and is keeping me hopping today.

In addition to giving them my sugar email address in my initial contact message, I have started to include my play phone, in case they want to text, and it has proved to be a great way to get the ball rolling, especially with the younger babies.

Case in point: I was contacted yesterday morning on SA by an 18yo baby who lived west of the city in a little town on the Fox (?) river. Pics show a hot, young, slightly goth baby, who describes herself as a nerd. Exactly my kind of fish! I shoot her my basic intro message, but include my cell # on a last-second hunch. Practically before I could hit "send" I get a text from her, all young and cute sounding with "you" for "you" and so on. We text back and forth for an hour or so, at which point I suggest we meet that evening for drinks and, if things go well, dinner. My SO is out of town until tomorrow evening, so I am feeling good about things in general, and this little baby in particular.

Long story short, she agrees to the plan, we text a little more, and I finish my day, hit the gym for an hour or so, shower up and head out, feeling really happy about this new approach. I pull up in front of her house, text again that I'm there, and a few seconds later out comes this hot, hot little baby. 5'2", with a monstrous rack! Yahoo, I say to myself, this will be fun to look at if nothing else. She gets in the car, very adorably admitting that she is feeling a little shy at the moment, and we head off to an Irish pub I googled with an outdoor patio that overlooks the river. The day, which had been really hot, had cooled off beautifully, and the sun was just setting as we sat down. The meal was great, the conversation was good, and I could tell she was warming up to the whole idea and yours truly in particular. We walk back to my car, and immediately start the most intense make-out session I have participated in for quite a while. People were staring at us on the street, so I suggest we go back to her house and park for a while longer.

Let me back up and say that she has made it clear that she is not going to fuck me on the first date. This is, in fact, the first sugar experience she has had, and I am the first guy that she's gone out with, so I am not pressing anything at the moment, with hopes of much more to come.

We pull up to her street, get in the back seat, and resume our make-out session. After about 30 minutes of this, she asks if I like oral."Why most certainly", I reply, to which she lies back, lifts up her very short skirt, and pulls her panties aside. Sensing what she is wanting, I apply my Super Secret Speed Orgasm technique, and a short time later she is clawing at my head, pushing her hips into my face, crying out and sighing; all good things. After she catches her breath, she asks if she can return the favor."Why most certainly", I reply. The girl has skills, my brothers, for such a young little fish. After I catch my breath, we make out and cuddle for a few more minutes, I walk her to her door, kiss goodnight, and am off into the soft darkness. Start to finish, less than 12 hours, all due, I am convinced, to texting. You got to know the language if you want to talk to the natives, in this case, young, young babies. I am currently texting with two other babies as I write this, so this may be my new preferred method of fishing. Take it and run with it my friends, if you have not done so already.

In the world of Ironies of All Ironies, when I turn my phone on this morning, I get a text from ATF, asking if I'd like to have breakfast with her on Monday and check out the new place, and in particular the bedroom. Yahoo for me, I think. I don't want to lose her, but I can't get hurt again. I am going to try and keep what little emotional distance I have at this point and see how I feel Monday night.

Keep up the good work, my brothers, and let's get to posting, shall we.

Scott

[F Scott]

Gentlemen,

I have been laying low this past month, comparatively, nursing my wounded heart (more on that later) and basically whining and crying to my sugar friends about getting dumped by my ATF after 9 blissful months.

In an effort to put the past behind me, I have tentatively started casting to some little fish, and have hit on an approach that brought outstanding results yesterday, and is keeping me hopping today.

In addition to giving them my sugar email address in my initial contact message, I have started to include my play phone, in case they want to text, and it has proved to be a great way to get the ball rolling, especially with the younger babies.

Case in point: I was contacted yesterday morning on SA by an 18yo baby who lived west of the city in a little town on the Fox (?) river. Pics show a hot, young, slightly goth baby, who describes herself as a nerd. Exactly my kind of fish! I shoot her my basic intro message, but include my cell # on a last-second hunch. Practically before I could hit "send" I get a text from her, all young and cute sounding with "u" for "you" and so on. We text back and forth for an hour or so, at which point I suggest we meet that evening for drinks and, if things go well, dinner. My SO is out of town until tomorrow evening, so I am feeling good about things in general, and this little baby in particular.

Long story short, she agrees to the plan, we text a little more, and I finish my day, hit the gym for an hour or so, shower up and head out, feeling really happy about this new approach. I pull up in front of her house, text again that I'm there, and a few seconds later out comes this hot, hot little baby. 5'2", with a monstrous rack! Yahoo, I say to myself, this will be fun to look at if nothing else. She gets in the car, very adorably admitting that she is feeling a little shy at the moment, and we head off to an Irish pub I googled with an outdoor patio that overlooks the river. The day, which had been really hot, had cooled off beautifully, and the sun was just setting as we sat down. The meal was great, the conversation was good, and I could tell she was warming up to the whole idea and yours truly in particular. We walk back to my car, and immediately start the most intense make-out session I have participated in for quite a while. People were staring at us on the street, so I suggest we go back to her house and park for a while longer.

Let me back up and say that she has made it clear that she is not going to fuck me on the first date. This is, in fact, the first sugar experience she has had, and I am the first guy that she's gone out with, so I am not pressing anything at the moment, with hopes of much more to come.

We pull up to her street, get in the back seat, and resume our make-out session. After about 30 minutes of this, she asks if I like oral."Why most certainly", I reply, to which she lies back, lifts up her very short skirt, and pulls her panties aside. Sensing what she is wanting, I apply my Super Secret Speed Orgasm technique, and a short time later she is clawing at my head, pushing her hips into my face, crying out and sighing; all good things. After she catches her breath, she asks if she can return the favor."Why most certainly", I reply. The girl has skills, my brothers, for such a young little fish. After I catch my breath, we make out and cuddle for a few more minutes, I walk her to her door, kiss goodnight, and am off into the soft darkness. Start to finish, less than 12 hours, all due, I am convinced, to texting. You got to know the language if you want to talk to the natives, in this case, young, young babies. I am currently texting with two other babies as I write this, so this may be my new preferred method of fishing. Take it and run with it my friends, if you have not done so already.

In the world of Ironies of All Ironies, when I turn my phone on this morning, I get a text from ATF, asking if I'd like to have breakfast with her on Monday and check out the new place, and in particular the bedroom. Yahoo for me, I think - I don't want to lose her, but I can't get hurt again. I am going to try and keep what little emotional distance I have at this point and see how I feel Monday night.

Keep up the good work, my brothers, and let's get to posting, shall we.

Scott

[Varoom]

Lots of other stuff mixed in to get past the language barrier but those are the key points of the progression that makes them understand the opportunity without running for the door.

- Offer to help carry baskets out as an opportunity to get their phone number without their friends watching them.

So far, I've got two phone numbers. Progressed only one so far to a car date with BBBJ for. 35. Supposed to meet again soon.

Sweet; great and very creative approach there Ycw. In that demographic you are apt to find many who need some help, and who better to help them out than a generous older gent with some loose foldin money in his pocket. Hopefully one of these events will develop into something that resembles a keeper for you. You go dude.

[F Scott]

A week's long Walleye / Pike fishing and Bourbon tasting extravaganza.

We are bringing the boat and literally heading as far north as you can possibly drive until the ice roads come in.

-Chi

God, that sounds like heaven! Have a great time, and don't worry about the Chicago babies. I'll do my best to keep an eye on every last one of them!

"Oh I'm a lumberjack and I'm ok."

Scott

[ChiGuy606]

Gentlemen & Lady,

If I have any sexual contact for the next 10 days, it will be a very very bad thing!

I am about to embark on a 1000 mile road-trip due north into the wilds of Northern Ontario with my Father, Uncle and Cousin for a week's long Walleye / Pike fishing and Bourbon tasting extravaganza.

We are bringing the boat and literally heading as far north as you can possibly drive until the ice roads come it. It should be a fantastic trip, and I am looking forward to the midnight sun during the coming solstice. I've never experienced that before.

However if any sexual contact does occur with me. It would have been from either:

-A male family member.

-A Sasquatch.

-A female northern Ontarian (who tend to strongly resemble Sasquatch)

Frankly, I think my heads can use a about of celibacy for a few days to regroup and re-evaluate things. This should be refreshing.

Good luck to you all on your continuing adventures. And be safe!

-Chi

[Member #5055]

I agree. The fresh accounts you have to coax out of their shells. See my earlier missive on this while traveling.

The second older profiles come in two types. Roughly. LOL.

1. Sb who got spoiled with rich sd in the past and is not interested in me at all.

2. Sb who has had some success, but is now down on luck and in a dry spell. Sometimes it pays to send messages to girls that look as if they are players, but who have not logged on a while. Create a nice message, then use copy and paste to send it out to all that might look interesting. Always change the first sentence to personalize it to their profile, I. E. Mention something they say in their profile so they think the entire message is JUST for them. LOL.

I have gotten two like this. I get a reply weeks later!

It's a numbers game, the more hooks you put out there, the more bites you will get. How good you are at landing them is what counts. But that is why there are fishing competitions. Right?

Have fun,

GW.

When is the best fishing time on SA. Well I have had the best results by focussing on time on SA for the fish.

The first group, which usually gives great results, are the ones who have been on for a while now, a few weeks to a few months. By that time they have become reasonable, they don't have GPS syndrome (Golden Pussy Syndrome) (Look below for a quick story) , and they have had enough unsuccessful m&g to know what to do.

The second group is the very new ones, They are usually inundated with emails, but by keeping it very low key, they bite quicker than by being very direct. They are a bit shy, so with a bit of coaxing you can be the first one to have them nibble on the hook. They have not been spied by the males who are 'zillionaires' in 'Ferrari's"

A quick GPS story. Had a m&g, all went well and she wanted to go to the casino, after the m&g. I was game till she mentioned she expected to be able to play with $25, 000 of my money, because she always won. Mmmm always winning, yet you need my $ We left the Starbucks. 1/2 mile down the road I mentioned I had to pic up something from the big department store, she waited in the car, I bought a monopoly game, took all the $ out, and went back to the car. I smiled when I handed her the $ and said here is your $$. She got furious and stepped out.

Back to the 'euro-crisis'

[GeorgeRichmond]

When is the best fishing time on SA. Well I have had the best results by focussing on time on SA for the fish.

The first group, which usually gives great results, are the ones who have been on for a while now, a few weeks to a few months. By that time they have become reasonable, they don't have GPS syndrome (Golden Pussy Syndrome) (Look below for a quick story) , and they have had enough unsuccessful m&g to know what to do.

The second group is the very new ones, They are usually inundated with emails, but by keeping it very low key, they bite quicker than by being very direct. They are a bit shy, so with a bit of coaxing you can be the first one to have them nibble on the hook. They have not been spied by the males who are 'zillionaires' in 'Ferrari's"

A quick GPS story. Had a m&g, all went well and she wanted to go to the casino, after the m&g. I was game till she mentioned she expected to be able to play with $25, 000 of my money, because she always won. Mmmm always winning, yet you need my $ We left the Starbucks. 1/2 mile down the road I mentioned I had to pic up something from the big department store, she waited in the car, I bought a monopoly game, took all the $ out, and went back to the car. I smiled when I handed her the $ and said here is your $$. She got furious and stepped out.

Back to the 'euro-crisis'

Euro: you are right on money. I concur with the observation though I am new. But did see the two groups exists. First group (experienced) are very direct and know what they want. Second (newbie) are very difficult. I felt like I am just doing communications and luncheons. U dud good on your GPS. Learned a new trick.

[EuroInCincy]

When is the best fishing time on SA. Well I have had the best results by focussing on time on SA for the fish.

The first group, which usually gives great results, are the ones who have been on for a while now, a few weeks to a few months. By that time they have become reasonable, they don't have GPS syndrome (Golden Pussy Syndrome) (Look below for a quick story) , and they have had enough unsuccessful m&g to know what to do.

The second group is the very new ones, They are usually inundated with emails, but by keeping it very low key, they bite quicker than by being very direct. They are a bit shy, so with a bit of coaxing you can be the first one to have them nibble on the hook. They have not been spied by the males who are 'zillionaires' in 'Ferrari's"

A quick GPS story. Had a m&g, all went well and she wanted to go to the casino, after the m&g. I was game till she mentioned she expected to be able to play with $25, 000 of my money, because she always won. Mmmm always winning, yet you need my $ We left the Starbucks. 1/2 mile down the road I mentioned I had to pic up something from the big department store, she waited in the car, I bought a monopoly game, took all the $ out, and went back to the car. I smiled when I handed her the $ and said here is your $$. She got furious and stepped out.

Back to the 'euro-crisis'