I think I maybe coming toward the end of my sugar daddy career. I will describe a few more situations that occurred in the past for the sake of being complete. But I am starting to feel burned out. I may have overdone it as I usually do. I must have slept with 20 or 30 of these women within a short period of time, and sometimes its getting to the point where I don't remember what I told them, what they told me, their faces, names, where we met etc. Too much action. I should maybe just stick with one of them, or none at all and just go back to the family. I am always the happiest inside when I am with them. Especially when I make eye contact with my 6 year old son across a room and he flashes me this quick smile....

LA executive

She had attended college in the LA area and she really looked like Brooke Shields sister. She had that look. We met at the uptown wine bar during a day off from work. That place is quiet and elegant, usually populated by lunch ladies. As I approached I noticed her sitting by herself at one of the tables, but she was sitting right next to two ladies and they were having this seemingly involved discussion, going on and on. I felt too musch on the spot so I ddin;t walk up to her. I just walked and stood by the counter and texted her where I was. She gets up and greets me, and then she still wanted to back to her tale so I relented. She introduced my as her 'friend' and the two ladies smiled politely. I told her (in a low voice) that I did not feel comfortable discussing obviouly personal stuff right next to these two strangers. I am a very discreet person. So she switches to code language. She pretended that she was an advertising executive and we were discussing her fee structure.
She started describing to me the type of arrangement she was looking for, which, besides gifts etc also included a monthly retainer. Now I don't mind giving that to my attorney, but in a sugar baby context, no way.
As she was talking I was noticing her. Her body was too skinny, I usually like them a bit more curvy. She was telling me how blessed she was with great genes, and she had donated her eggs on several occassions to couples who were looking to have babies. I didn't do anything with her.
We finished our drinks and then I wished her a great day and parted as friends.

Merrit

She was 19 y.o. very young , tall, in shape, attractive. But in the brains department, she was, as we say, a 'space cadet'. Her day job was receptionist at a law firm, but in the evenings she met sugar daddies. When we met she was telling me how much she loves money, how she plans to build her fashion empire in New York, and also go to Wall Street.I wonder where she would find the time for all this. We had some drinks, then she wanted to go do the deed in my car in some parking lot. That was a turn off so I just got up and left telling her I am not going to do anything with her. She emailed me once more but I just deleted that one. What a turn off, and pretty obnoxious as a person while she was talking to me.