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Sugar Daddy Diary: Dec 18, 2009

Friday, December 18, 2009

So then, we meet again a few days later for dinner after work. I made reservations at Arturo's a great Italian restaurant uptown. The crowd there is always beautiful. From the professional shop and lunching ladies, to the sugar daddies and their babies, to the various business people who hang out there.
I met her outside: "Hey Sandra, you look great tonight". She was wearing a very nice white coat with cute black gloves, as it was chilly that night. And in Houston, whenever it drops below 55 degrees everybody bundles up. I was wearing those nice brown stylish shoes I had just gotten. I think she liked them because I caught her looking at them.
We walked in and go to our table. Next to us was a 55 y.o. guy with an Asian woman in her twenties. Sugar daddy? probably. She made a comment: "I can't believe she is just sitting there watching him eat. That's strange"
We order some great dishes and she said how delicious everything was. I ordered her dish with a little twist to it, just how she likes it. I also ordered Moscato wine for her, which is her favorite, as I found out in our previous rendez-vous. So far so good.
Then, she started commenting on every other woman in the room: One was too old,the other was too made up, another one in her forties had a done obviously (to her anyway) a face lift, another one had a boob job (obviously). This reminds me of a book exerpt I recently read about human mating habits. They said that when women are on a date, they survey the field and put down any other woman they see as a possible competitor. But I found it a bit strange that she felt the need to do that. After all, I was with her by choice, and was not about to dump her and go find another person, at least not that night! lol. And then she commented that I was sitting a bit further away from her, and there was no contact between us. I just said that I save the 'contact' stuff for later on, rather than in public.
It was downhill from then on, for reasons I will not get into. I rushed the sex thing, I believe. Maybe too many drinks that night. The waiter kept pushing drinks on us, and of course we obliged!
Just as well. I think she exhibited some signs of low self esteem. I think, anyway.
So here we are sitting around at Escalante's having an early afternoon snack and a couple of drinks, and she asks: "So D. what are your favorite desserts?. I respond: "I like them all because I have a sweet tooth, but one standout is key lime pie, and also tres leches." And she says "What? that's it? This relationship is not going to work out, I like creme brulee". I said that I like that one as well. I remember my mother, who is a great cook, making it for us while growing yp.

And then later on, she says:

"You know David (all this with a spanish accent!), on my dates with guys that I am interested in dating, I take them to this burger restaurant in my part of town where they just serve you the meat patty and the buns, and then they let you put all the extras yourself. And then I watch what they do. Ideally, he should take and spread mustard and ketchup all over, real slow, and then slowly enjoy it. And that's how I like to make love too".
After all this, I was of course rolling my eyes thinking to myself: Wow, I wonder what happens if I don't spread mustard on the burger slow enough, or if I chew too fast. What a psycho that one was.

And then, on the following date we met at this swanky wine bar. They always have all these specials at this place, written on the board, to the point where the list gets confusing. So I was taking my time going through the list. She jumps in and dashes away to our seat saying: "Usually I am with someone who knows exactly what I want".
A turn off !
{So now I am wondering what am I doing here with this person, and why I am pursuing this. I guess pursuing just for the sake of it. I like stretching things out to the max. I am starting to re-think my approach though, because just pursuing these random characters over the long term is a futile exercise.}
Then I asked her if she was mad about something, but she replies no, not at all. Hmmm, strange body language though, and strange vibes out of this one. Should have cut my losses while I still had the chance.
But nooooo.