Duncan – Superbowl Sunday – Part 3

We’re a little burned out. We’re not in our thirties anymore. Duncan comes to the gym and works out. He’s eating better. We’re not doing Philly Tacos anymore. (Philly Cheesesteaks rolled in giant slices of pizza from Lorenzos on South Street.) There is no Heavy Metal here. I think Duncan wishes his father was here to share this moment with him. My father is long gone and so is my mother and I’ve already forgiven and buried them.

Duncan speaks of a time when he and his father would watch the Eagles together when he was a kid. They are some of my friend’s finest memories with his father. His dad was a hard man but this was something they shared.

I get it. My father and I shared a love of film.

If the Eagles win the Superbowl Duncan would love nothing more than to go to the parade with his dad. But his father has already declined, but that sucks because that motherfucker should be at that parade with his boy. Just another failure as a parent when you could actually do he right thing by your son.

But I digress…

I’m at the salon until 4. We have no plan. It’s horrible,  Duncan is worried. He expected the King of Philly to have it locked down. No dice. Ticketed events and no idea where to go for a sporting event.

Duncan shows up at the salon an hour before closing and I ply him with soft pretzels and Tastycakes. (I knew it would work because he’s a Philly guy and I’ll figure it out)

It bought me some time before I closed the salon and I have no idea where we’re going to watch the Super Bowl.

I tell him I brought a flask and he can fill it with whatever he wants.

Duncan heads down the street and buys a fifth of Plantation Rum. It’s $50 a bottle so I’m down with drinking that.

He actually figures out a way to get the booze into the flask without spilling it by using the card that the Tastycakes rest on as a cylinder to pour the booze. Pure genius. A McGyver moment on this Super Bowl Sunday.

We’re set. Like we’ve been set in the past but tonight it’s raining and we have no idea where we should go. For the first time we’re at the hands of fate. I feel bad I haven’t set up a cool spot for my friend who has traveled 1500 miles and paid for a hotel and paid for food and drinks and now I can’t deliver on the only thing my friend wants.

But then we come up with an idea…

We head to the Ritz Carlton. Maybe the bar won’t be packed. Hopefully the people who are there won’t be a bunch of animals like everywhere else in this fair city.

Normally on a day like this you should already have your spot to watch the game staked out. But I closed the salon at 4 and now we’re trudging through the rain towards Broad Street.

We get to the Ritz and have no problem getting in. There are a few clusters of tables throughout but most are Reserved.

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Yea… this bar is amazing.

We get to the bar and there are no seats available. We drop our wet coats and umbrella. We decide the best course of action is to order beers. The bartenders are really busy so when we finally snag one, we order four beers. He’s happy to oblige and Duncan starts a tab.

We know we need to eat so we grab a menu and decide what we want. That’s when the bartender comes back and tells us there is one seat at the back left corner of the bar. We jump on that. It’s a perfect seat. I tell Duncan to take it. He says we’ll take turns. I don’t care. I’m accustomed to being on my feet for long periods of time at the salon. The seat is directly in front of a big flat screen TV.

We’ve done it. This is the most important moment of the entire weekend. Duncan has a front row seat to watch the Superbowl, a drink in his hand, and food on the way.

For me? Mission Accomplished.

To be honest I don’t care about sports. I never have. Do I enjoy watching the important games? Absolutely. But I’m just not a die-hard fan like most men.

My goal is for Duncan to be happy. He came all the way up here for his 50th birthday and to watch the Eagles play in the Superbowl and hopefully win. I’m happy to see him and we’ve had a great weekend together.

The game begins and it’s a tense match. The Patriots have won five Superbowls. The Eagles have never won. There is a stressful exchange of power during this game. When our team gets a goal, the place erupts in cheers. But when it goes the other way, a nervous hush falls over the crowd here at the Ritz.

Like I said, I’m not a sports fan. But that game was probably the greatest sporting event I have ever seen. It was a nail biter to the final minutes.

Finally….

The Philadelphia Eagles Win the Superbowl!!!

 

The place goes crazy. Duncan jumps on me and hugs me like it’s his last time. I’m high fiving and hugging people I don’t even know who have come out of the kitchen to watch. It was one of Philadelphia’s most glorious moments in history. We witnessed it at a lovely bar near a big TV. We really lucked out. Every place was packed or sold out. Duncan had a ringside seat and we were together for this moment.

That’s all that matters to me.

I turn around and the whole place is emptying out. Duncan says he’s going to watch the award ceremony. I tell him I’m going out front for a celebratory smoke.

When I was out here smoking earlier it was pouring raining. There was only two people out on the street.

Now I can’t even see Broad Street.

It is a sea of people.

Thousands and thousands of people have poured out of every bar, tavern or tap-room, and are now marching in the streets of Philadelphia. Cheering, waving flags, chanting, and carrying swag. There are idiots climbing the light poles, but that always happens when we have a major win. There’s a guy trying to rip the Broad Street sign from the pole. There are people dancing on the top of the newsstands. Groups of drunken revelers sitting on top of the bus stop shelter.

But, it’s surprisingly peaceful. There’s just so many people. If something erupted, I don’t think the cops could do anything. People are high fiving and hugging. It’s just such a happy joyous moment in our city’s sports history.

Duncan joins me and he’s loving it. Neither of us have ever seen anything like this in our lives. In 2008 when the Phillies won the World’s Series, the same thing happened, but this seems bigger. We’ve NEVER won the Super bowl. This is huge!

People were going crazy all over the city. I saw people riding on the top of cars like it was nothing. They’re firing fireworks off right over the crowd. It’s insane. Duncan and I hung out on the front of the Ritz for what seemed like two hours. Just watching the spectacle of this celebration from our safe perch. I’d occasionally whip out the flask of Plantation Rum and pass it to him. It was cold out there that night but the rum warmed our bellies.

We were going to leave through the side exit instead of diving right into this madness. But we were told by security that a bunch of people climbed onto the canopy over the door and it collapsed. All I saw was a twisted pile of rubble blocking the exit.

We eventually made it back to Duncan’s hotel. We both flopped in a couple of comfy chairs in the lobby trying to process what just happened. The Eagles beating the New England Patriots and winning their first Super Bowl. The frenzy in the streets that would probably last all night. It was probably one of the best times Duncan and I ever had together.

I’m glad I got to share it with my very best friend.

Here’s a glimpse of what we witnessed.

 

In a sad footnote to this blog that was obviously written a year ago, my dear friend Duncan just lost his mother. At 72 she suddenly had a stroke, and after a fierce battle succumbed to death a week later. We are all reeling from this terrible news and are trying to grasp what has happened to suddenly take her from us. She was a wonderful human being and we will all feel the void of her going. We can only move on now and know that we may all meet again when we are all equal.

I love you Duncan, and cherish  our friendship that sometimes I don’t even feel like I deserve. I hope you and your family can get through this together and know that life is beautiful, fleeting and fragile. 

You knew her for half a century and that is a long time to love in this short time we have on Earth with each other.

I’ve lost both of my parents in a two year span. It is devastating to a family to lose even one of the people that brought us all here.

But we’ll find a way to get through it and move it forward.

Just like we always do.

 

Charles

 

 

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Duncan – Saturday – Part 2

“There is a peacefulness in middle age. I love that we’ve both finally arrived there together.”

Duncan is chill and he’s just happy to be in Philly. He swings by the salon and has resigned himself to the fact that I need to work a million hours at the salon to get our business going.

He knows that It’s down to me and Achilles to keep the business going. Instead of crying that we can’t spend the day stalking comic book stores and strip joints he comes to the gym and works out.

I love this.

My schedule is stuck and I have to do what I have to do for the business. It’s just the world I live in now and we all get it. (It won’t always be like this.)

In the old days Duncan would come up and we would spend a whole week living in the same house. I would drink, he’d smoke pot, we’d watch movies and listen to music.  We’d watch some crazy videos on TV and barbecue, but those days are long gone.

We’re so much older now. Duncan doesn’t crash on my couch anymore. My daughter Lorelei lives with me. Duncan stays at 5 star hotels now. He’s successful. We’re middle-aged. No more crazy times. We still enjoy laughing our asses off at our own jokes and finding things to get into in the city.

But it’s different now. There’s no AC/DC concert today. (Those guys are too old and banged up to play anymore!) Just us. I have to run my business. He’s on the phone with his team at Well Fargo.

But they can’t take our core from us. When he finishes working out in my gym on Walnut Street, we’re going to go drink at City Tap House and get the hookup from my man Zach.

As we get older I see that Duncan has become so much more patient and less impetuous from our younger years. He’s putting up with the fact that I have a different lifestyle now. A salon and fitness center needs attention beyond the 9 to 5 we were so accustomed to.

We do get some special guests that show up unexpectedly

There was this delicious slender Kuwaiti girl who started tanning here last season that suddenly shows up with her friends late in the day. We know these babies come from rich families because there is no other way they could be here in Philly right now.

“Hey do you remember me?”

Shahed?

“Well done! Is it Charles?”

“Well done!”

I have brought my friends with me!”

(They’re all smoking hot)

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I’m stupid happy to see Shahed again and her hot friend Baba and send them both to tan. There is another girl there named Malak that blows them both aways and is Kardashian Hot. Raven hair, milky skin, lips, tits, and body all amazing.

Duncan is a good-looking and fit man but clueless when it comes to the fairer sex, so I lead in with just some general questions.

I don’t want the non tanner to feel threatened or isolated from her friends.

We have a great conversation. I light it like always. She’s a finance major and Duncan is  CFA god, so she’s fascinated. If these guys could just turn their work gifts into picking up girls gifts they’d be fine but they can’t join the two, Sales and power is the same thing. They just don’t connect and can’t see that sales and dating are the same things.

I help him and I can see he;s actually doing well with this Persian cutie.

I love Duncan. My goal has always been same since the 90’s is. If he’s going to make the trip here, give him everything you can. I’ve always trued to do that every time.

I’ll never forget the moment when the girls were done tanning and they all just perched around Duncan like pretty birds and chatted with us. We discussed different restaurants.

They spoke of a really good restaurant in University City that served food that was similar from where they came from.

I joked that we had no idea where it was so they should take us there. surprisingly they seemed cool with that. (Only I could close that)

They are all gorgeous middle eastern babies and I loved the time we spent with them but in the salon. But like my own life, everything is fleeting.

We may never see them again. But surprisingly the Kardashian did inquire about personal training. So that could be a miracle in 2019.

All of these girls are super smart and will take all of their gifts back to Kuwait, But I do have a plan to take one of these girls out to gelato at Gran Caffee L’ Aliquila.

I know. I want to do it. I really want Shahad, but I’d settle on the tall one who keeps looking at me.

I don’t care.

I’ll figure it out like I always do.

The birds giggle away and bound down the steps. I plot my next move. I don’t share this with Duncan, but I’ll eventually tell him how I deflowered at least one of these sweet girls.

I wrap it up at the salon, and Duncan has stretched himself and worked his body out hard enough that he’s ready to be in the next Mission Impossible movie. I think Duncan has really enjoyed the presence of these fresh Kuwaiti babes.

Smart and beautiful. I know Duncan and I find them both intoxicating. But the presence of these girls is what it is and we must let go.

We lock the salon and make our way to City Tap House. My man Zack is behind the stick and I know my Manhattans are FREE.

We hit this big sports bar and Duncan follows my lead. We luck out and land a pair of seats at this enormous sports bar. Tons of tables and a bar that goes on forever

I spot Zack and he’s running. We are here on the day before the Superbowl . It’s a celabratory mess. But my boy Zack is running. I don’t even think he see’s me/my friend. Duncan is happy we got some seats.

Suddenly a Manhattan neat lands in front of me with a brandied cherry at her core. I want to take her so bad. Hot bartender Nicole grabs Duncan and they settle on a draft.

I’m so happy to be with my friend. He gets his beer and asks the server for a plate of carrots and celery. I don’t get it. A side of wings would have worked for me. But for the last 20 years, what ever my friend wants. Normally all he wants is my six-gun ribs, but I never make that anymore.

We hang at the bar. Zach is God. (And when I say God… I mean Free Bulliett Rye Manhattans with a brandied berry)

I chat with lovely Devon and she tells us that most events are ticketed so we’re fucked for the Superbowl. (But we’ll figure it out)

Our bar bill is zero.

We’re happy. But Duncan needs comfort food so we go to Marathon at 16th and Sansom.

He destroys a salad and helps me with an order of mac n cheese that is a $10 dish. Clearly my boy doesn’t eat enough.

My boy Brandon (Beverage Manager for all three locations) stops by the table and says hello. So that one Manhattan’s is free. I get my favorite barbeque chicken sandwich and we’re good. I tell them my Marathon Reward Card doesn’t work and they give me another one. (That one failed too, but we’ll figure it out) I don’t give a shit as long as my friend is happy… I’m happy.

My friend Francesca stops by the table. (See: Francesca – 2014 to Present – Monday Feels Like Friday) She and some other of her co-workers got laid off at her job, so I hooked her up with a job here at Marathon. She used to waitress down the shore in college so she’s already a seasoned pro here. I tell her we’re going back to the Hotel Palomar to hang at Square 1682 after dinner. She says if she gets cut early she’ll swing by for a drink.

Duncan and I have evolved in our friendship. We used to get plowed and hit South street. Now we go to better eateries and bars and sip fine liquor and eat better food. Just a couple of middle-aged men that don’t like a too much noise or drama.

From Tattooed Moms to the Ritz Carlton. Duncan points this out to me. I like it.

There is a peacefulness in middle age. I love that we’ve both finally arrived there together.

I don’t see Duncan for long periods of time but I fucking love this guy. I hope I know him until I die. He’s one of the best people I know.  Just a good man who I’m glad has chosen to keep me in his life.

Dinner is great and our waitress is a doll. We close with one more at Square 1682 at his hotel.

Tomorrow is the Superbowl and we have no plan. We have no tickets to anything, and I’m working until 4pm so we’re basically fucked.

I need to come up with a plan for me and my friend tomorrow. He’s come up here for his 50th birthday and the Eagles are in the Superbowl.

They’ve never won.

They’re playing against the 5 times winning New England Patriots. Apparently Tom Brady is the most hated man in sports since Derek Jeter.

I need to come up with something. I don’t want my friend to be disappointed tomorrow. Every bar in the city will be packed and insane. I don’t finish at the salon until 4pm.  Anybody that wants to watch the Super bowl should already have staked out there space at the bar somewhere.

Duncan has put up with me working through his birthday/Superbowl weekend already. I just feel like I’m failing him as a host and a friend. But I have to do what needs to be done and we’ll make it work just like we always do. But I still feel bad that I don’t have a plan for the Superbowl.

But there is something between us where when we’re pressed against a wall, we always prevail.

Tomorrow is Superbowl Sunday and we will make it work.

We always do and it’s glorious.

We’ve done it before and we’ll do it again. Just like we always do.

 

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5 Good International Cities to Meet Women

Websites like Swoop the world are solely focused on the subject of meeting girls in an international and global context. I am also one of those who pushes for so-called love tourism, although equally or more concerned about politics, culture, fitness, and philosophy.

Much has been said about this, and there are definitely several locations that are worth going to in East Asia, South America, Europe, Latin America, and the Caribbean. Perhaps even more regions if they become more Westernized and reach a certain level of material and economic development.

For a man who has limited time, however, there are five cities that are particularly good to focus on if you want the odds to be more in your favor. Perhaps in the end he has only time and opportunity to visit one of them, hence choose wisely.

The reason for these being the most appropriate is that in all of these locations the respective local culture is modern enough to “encourage” casual sex, the obesity rates are low, a large share of women are average to good-looking (partly because they often are thin), male competition is low to moderate, and the populations are large (10 million or more), leading to a near-endless pool of females. To visit so-called emerging markets comes with several downsides, such as poverty, higher crime rates (Latin America) and bad infrastructure, but since the main object is to get laid you have to ignore that.

1. Manila (Philippines)

The capital of the Philippines offers a lot of young and petite females that you can meet online, at bars and clubs, and occasionally through day game and fleeting social circles.

If you are a fairly good-looking guy (preferably of European, North American or Northeast Asian origin) with normal conversation abilities and level of confidence, rent an AirBnb, apartment or at least stay at a hotel for the short time being. You should have no problem finding a significant number of average to good-looking girls, although seldom prettier than SMV 8. Generally you can talk about all kinds of things with girls but make sure to keep frame and avoid contentious and complicated issues.

Make sure to pipeline a bit through dating apps/websites just before you go and create an abundance of opportunities. Look out for prostitutes and city gangs and don’t cause any trouble. Drugs should likewise be avoided. You may have heard about Rodrigo Duterte’s tough drug policies, which involve killings of dealers, even users.

You will do well with just English here.

Population: 12 million

Apps: Tinder, FilipinoCupid, Pinalove

2. Jakarta (Indonesia)

Although Jakarta is partly a Muslim city in an Islamic country, it is also – only beaten by Bali in that regard –  a rather liberal and secular such with many horny young girls who want a piece of the white flesh. Although some of the hijab-wearing women might be open for sex, look for those who don’t wear them since it may save you some time and trouble. It is more likely that they are open for casual sex.

A combination of online game, night game, and a little bit of day game should do you good. Make sure to rent a place since only a few hotels allow guests to bring girls to their rooms.

Some nice clubs are Jenja, Immigrant, and Empirica. Be aware of hookers and semi-pros there, although there are even more of them at Firefly. Keep frame and don’t pay. There are plenty of normal girls, of about the same level of attractiveness as in the Philippines, to choose from. Talk abut this or that, have fun, and have balance between being fairly serious and fun and outgoing.

English will take you far most of the time, but try to learn some Indonesian before you go. That will help you connect with local females, even if it’s just a couple of words and phrases here and there.

Population: 30 million

Apps: Tinder, IndonesiaCupid

3. Bangkok (Thailand)

Bangkok is associated with crazy nightlife and lots of prostitutes, much like Thailand overall is. Another downside is the massive amount of tourists. Still there are plenty of normal girls in Bangkok who are eager to meet foreign men. Both in public and online, be aware of the large share and number of pros and keep frame.

Use proper apps, especially ThaiCupid, and visit bars and clubs that lean towards a higher percentage of non-pros (i.e. normal girls). Like in other major Southeast Asian cities you can expect to do well if you look average or better and have normal conversation skills. Still the better pictures and looks, and the more confidence and determined mindset, the more you will likely increase your notch count. You are not the only one who is looking for an attractive girl to sleep with.

As for conversational topics it is wise to know about Thai culture and bring up such subjects, plus being friendly and having fun. Be a lover, not a provider, although it might be positive to showcase some form of social and monetary status. Unless girls ask there is no reason to talk about complicated subjects or even your home country. Focus on Thailand, fun, and travel.

English will take you far most of the time, but try to learn some Thai before you go. That will help you connect with local females, even if it’s just 100 words/phrases.

Population: 15 million

Apps: Tinder, ThaiCupid, ThaiFriendly

4. Rio De Janeiro (Brazil)

Rio De Janeiro is one of few cities in the world where girls approach guys, and as such often in a very direct fashion. Although it is often easy to kiss some of these mulatto girls, often from lower classes and even favelas, it is a bit harder to get laid in comparison. Sometimes kissing is just kissing and nothing more. Still it is often fairly easy to score. Forget about Catholic virtues: many live for the moment, like the day was the last on earth.

Like in Southeast Asia you should use a combination of different types of game, but online game and night game are often more than enough. However, you should be slightly more aggressive and confident in comparison – show that you have balls, both literally and metaphorically speaking. Most girls are between 5-7, like in Southeast Asia, but some have better bodies and can reach 8 or 8.5 mark. Those you bring to your hotel or Airbnb, preferably in some appropriate area, like downtown Rio or near Copacabana.

Research a bit online regarding appropriate bars and clubs, since that may differ from one year to another. Stay away from shady areas, take a cab rather than to risk anything, and don’t flash jewelry and such.

English will not take you far most of the time, so try to learn some Portuguese before you go. That will help you connect with local females, even if it’s just a couple of words and phrases here and there.

Population: 12 million

Apps: Tinder, BrazilianCupid

5. Bogota (Colombia)

If you look into a dating website/app like ColombianCupid, you realize that there are girls which are really attractive in Colombia, and since the bodies are sometimes so hot they can peak at 8 or even 9. These girls are spread out in different cities like Medellin, Barranquilla, Cali and so on why it would be wise to check out some them if you can, but if time is limited the capital Bogota is more than enough.

If you solely focus on getting laid you should do well with just online game, but for a variety of reasons you should check out the nightlife as well.

English will often not take you far. Thus try to learn some Spanish before you go. That will help you connect with women, both online and in real life. Since Spanish is valuable to learn in general you may regard it is a small life project, at least for a certain part of it.

Population: 10 million

Apps: Tinder, ColombianCupid

Conclusion

I have provided five examples of cities that are appropriate to visit if you want to meet girls, as well as the methods and tools that will enable you to maximize your results. Needless to say you could also do a lot of other things while there, such as to enjoy food and other aspects of the local cultures, but this post mainly concerns dating.

 

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Wildwood Daze – Summer of 1979 – Lola – Part 3

We finally rose from the sea and went back to our blanket to dry out and get some sun. There was more hot kissing and touching on the blanket. God…Lola was beautiful and perfect.

I had the Polaroid so I took some photos that day. Here is the actual photos from that day in August 1979 with the girl I fell in love with at the end of the summer of ’79.

Isn’t she beautiful?  Great smile and look at those lovely legs. I adored her!

Here’s another one that is very damaged because I carried it around in my wallet for a year. Polaroid doesn’t hold up like Kodak photos. But despite the damage it still captures the joy of this lovely girl and her smile! (And those sweet legs!)

I fell in love with Lola that day.

No… I fell in love with her at Botto’s Arcade yesterday.

Today just solidified it.

She’s sharp, beautiful…and I am smitten. Lola was soooo cute!

It was a beautiful day and one I would never forget. I remember her rising from the ocean that day as we walked back to the warmth of the blanket I had laid for us that day. We were giggling and talking about some drama she was having with her friend that was coming down for Labor Day.

Not every man has this moment but I have had it on both coast of this great country.

Lola is soaked. Her brown one piece clings to her supple, ample body. She looks more beautiful to me than any time I ever saw her in the arcade. I didn’t even know her. Just another teenage girl in a pair of jeans shooting pool. But here she was rising from the ocean beside me like a Bond girl. Her suit clung to her body. It was getting late, the beach was cooling, her ripe breasts are glistening and her nipples pout through the fabric of her suit. Her suit clung to her sex and though it I could see the impression her plump vulva framed by a trim bush of curls between her legs.

I loved the 1970’s. Women looked like women back then.

She walked ahead of me because she was a little chilly and went for her towel. Her buttocks were perfect caramel moons that crept from the bottom of her suit.

Lola was an exquisite beauty that was now in my life.

The warmth of lying on a warm blanket with a beautiful girl. No preparation. Just two people together. Two teenagers just kissing. I loved kissing Lola. All of our kisses were perfect.

When have you ever been able to say that about anyone?

I have only been able to say that one more time in my life.

I’m french kissing Lola and it’s feels so good. I love this girl. This has to be right because I’ve had no anxiety or fear. I kiss her deeply and run my hand down her full supple thigh. God she’s beautiful. I think this could be something. Even if she has to go home, I’m hooked.

I never want to stop kissing her, but she has to go to work. It’s so hard to let her go. Lola’s thighs are wet and salty from the ocean and I kiss and lick the salty sea from her legs. She giggles… She is the most delicious, sweetest thing. This could somehow work.

I don’t even know at this age how but desire is the only thing driving my mind right now.

We had the honor of spending a few lovely hours together that day.

Lola had to go to her waitress job so she had to bolt.

I hate to realize my love is giving me sustained stiffness in my lower regions.

“Okay… I’ll walk you back.”

We gather our stuff and I walk her off the beach at dusk. It’s always a magical time at the beach that not everybody gets to experience. Once the sun goes down to a disc the color and size of a new penny in the west, the sand cools.

You’ve conquered the day in Wildwood.

You’ve swam, you’ve sunned. You’ve flirted with all of the life guards and you’re done.

The day is all the way done for the beach. The sand feels so good when it cools. You’ve won, you spent the afternoon at the beach. It’s glorious. You’ve seen it all and everyday is a new adventure and a new possibility.  Worst case scenario is you got a killer tan to look great in the club that night.

I walked Lola back to her house and said our goodbyes. She quickly looks around and kisses me. That was a beautiful moment.

I want to see her again as soon as I can.

 

 

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Miscellaneous Stories: Real Life Sugar Babies Describe What It’s Like To Have A Sugar Daddy – Part 2

Sugaring Can Be A Win-Win

From handshoes101:

“Former sugar baby here!

It’s something I did for a few months, and it was a great way to help me out of a difficult financial situation.

To start off, before any sugar relationship starts, there is usually a platonic meet and greet over coffee/dinner/drinks so both parties can see if they actually like each other. Out of every 3 meet and greets I went to I probably only saw 1 again. There’s no sex and usually no money is exchanged (although I have been given money at meet and greets a few times). Sometimes you will also discuss allowance at the meet and greet, but you can also do this before or after.

Allowance is always agreed upon before any actual dates, and it can either be a monthly or weekly amount, or pay per meet (PPM). I used to always do PPM.

Once that’s all established, you start having dates with your sugar daddy. These can be anything from hotel meetups for just sex, to going to an art show, dinner, and drinks, before heading back to his place for sex. It’s never said out loud but sex is absolutely expected.

In my experience, most guys who are sugar daddies are very busy business men who don’t have the time or energy to sustain a real relationship. The money ensures that everything will go smoothly, and they still get a genuine (or what I make seem to be genuine) emotional, fun, and intimate experience.

I enjoyed sugaring when I did it, because it was a good way for me to make money, while still being in control of who I spent time with.

My regular rate was 500€ per date. For one sugar daddy that I really liked, I went down to 350€ because he wasn’t super rich, and that’s a more average number for my location (Berlin, Germany). I know that in some places in America the average per date can be as low as $200 or as high as $600. But even the local average isn’t the best guide for choosing a number, because it depends on what you value yourself at, what you’re comfortable with, what the daddy values you at, and what he can afford.

Also, monthly allowances are quite common, but I don’t have any personal experience with those. They depend on the same factors though, along with how many times you meet per month.”

Some Sugar Babies Get All The Perks

From misscolinsxx:

“It’s been on and off for me, my family is well off financially however I’m not the kind of person that would expect my mum to cater to my every whim and need so that’s why I decided to get a sugar daddy.

So the process or usually goes something like this, you go for lunch/dinner/drinks for a meet and greet and if you choose to continue then an arrangement will be discussed e.g meet me 5 times a month and I will pay you $500 per week, $10,000 monthly or $1000 PPM (pay per meet).

From then on your dates can range from holidays to going to a work function or simply going to the cinemas and dinner afterwards, essentially you’re an on call girlfriend/boyfriend.

My arrangement was that I meet him a few times a month in exchange for 5000€ (per month) which equates to just under $8000(he lived in Paris and I live in NZ) and I would get all the lovely perks such as shopping sprees at designer stores, cosmetic work, his black Amex card just whatever I wanted (within reason of course).”

Warm And Fuzzy On The Outside, Cold And Calculating On The Inside

From AmethystRose:

“I used to sugar, and escort – I’m taking a break from both because of mental health reasons.

Honestly, I’d prefer not to go into my stories too much. I’ve been in two long-term sugar arrangements – One at 16, one at 17. 700/800 per week + gifts, respectively, for roughly one date and one round of sex and post-sex cuddling. It wasn’t negotiated that way, it’s just what ended up happening. I did negotiate the money, though – silly little me actually negotiated down from 1.2k/1k respectively, because I thought too much cash lying around would tip off my parents. I was such a stupid f*cking child, ugh. Granted, I shouldn’t have been sugaring anyway, but you know.

Being a sugar baby is not work for just anyone. If you want to succeed in it, as an actual business venture, you need to be very cold, brutal, and detached from both men and sex (or at least, sex with those particular men). It’s inherently a very unbalanced dynamic – he’s wealthy and has a lot more life experience than his college-aged (or potentially younger) sugar baby. It isn’t uncommon for these men to try twist that to their advantage.

Honestly, sugaring isn’t worth the hassle unless a) you want professional connections and are smart and charismatic enough to make them through dating your SD or b) you cannot handle escorting.”

It’s Not For Everyone

From imhereforthemeta:

“I did it once… by that I mean one attempt/date. I was going on a lot of dates so I could experience the far away city I moved to and I decided YOLO and responded to a sort of skeezy ad I found locally. TBH I had just left my boyfriend of about 7 years after some really f*cked up stuff happened and I was pretty numb.

I had the guy pick me up under a false name at an apartment that wasn’t mine. He was about 55 years old and we got together on the precedent of a ‘sugar baby’ relationship sort of ‘trial run/first date’… He took me to a really fancy Italian place. I admit, I was super fascinated with what made the guy work… like why are you trying to pick up chicks… over half your age?

Turns out there was nothing interesting about him, and promises to pay my bills and buy me things were very unappealing when he started opening his mouth. He was married and a total pig about his wife, who he basically described as a god damn saint but who was too old/ugly for him now so he f*cks younger girls instead. He kept commenting about how I was the same age/etc as his daughters (whom he was very proud of, ick) I was very uncomfortable at this point but had no car, so I just kept agreeing with him and buttering him up. I then decided to proceed to order the most expensive things I could off of the menu and chowed down.

He dropped me off at that apartment a few miles from my house and we parted ways. He tried to kiss me. It was gross.

I don’t think I would have taken him up on the full baby offer regardless of his personality because the idea of that kind of dependency makes me anxious, but yeah.”

Beware Of Salt Daddies

From Dahliayy:

“I’ve met 3 salt daddies. These two kept on talking about sex before I even met. They asked for nudes and even tried sexting with me. Every time we tried to meet they would cancel last minute, give some stupid excuse and then try to lure me to their house or whatever hotel they booked. One met up with me and then left me with the lunch bill…

One time me and a POT [potential sugar daddy] agreed to meet up for lunch just to know each other. After we both ordered he suddenly started asking if I’m interested on going to a hotel with him after lunch (which ofc I said no). We tried to talk over lunch but GOD HE WAS SUCH AN ASS. I hated all of his views but idk why he was so smitten with me. Dude kept on touching me and I just tried to avoid and eat my lunch as fast as possible.

I clearly didn’t like this guy so after we were done with lunch, I just said that we’re not getting along well and I wasn’t interested with having an arrangement with him. He didn’t take it very well so he just straight up walked out of the restaurant and left me with the bill. I didn’t have enough money but I was so lucky to have my friends around to pay the bill for me.”

 

Check out the conclusion tomorrow!

 

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Cherie – Chapter 30 – Loving You Sunday Morning – Part 1

“At my age to have a woman who will destroy you in bed at least three times a night, and love you and be grateful is an amazing gift. So I will say to any of the men out there who are middle-aged… hang in there. Keep living and put your heart out there. Who gives a shit if it’s been broken several times. Don’t be bitter. That’s just you drinking the poison hoping somebody else dies. Total bullshit. Keep your heart open. Get the fuck up and try again. She’s out there. Somewhere. That special lady is out there and waiting to love the shit out of you. It happened to me and it can happen to you. Don’t be chained to your past. Let go of the bars of the cell you’ve been keeping yourself in and walk the fuck out.

She’s waiting.”

Church gave me the motherload of booze last year and that’s when this happened and when I wrote it. I was out of my usual 1.75 of Sazerac’s Platinum 7 and reached for the bottle of Karlson’s Swedish vodka that he gave me. Apparently Swedish vodka is a great motivator and I cracked off this tome.

Can you imagine if you could conjure up the perfect girlfriend? She’s doesn’t live with you and isn’t around all of the time. But she’s a nymphomaniac and when you’re with her it’s always amazing.  A girl who is loving, giving, sexy, and an absolute she-cat in the bedroom. She always says she loves you more when you tell her you love her.

A wonderful girl.

I got a text from Achilles Saturday that he was going to be at the new salon doing some stone work with the mason. If I wanted to take Sunday off I could because he’d be there and could handle it himself. I love working Sunday’s because it’s slow and gives me something to do. I usually crack off a thousand words for the blog between 11am to 4pm when we close.

I told him that it would be fine and immediately texted Cherie. I ask her what she’s doing Sunday. She says she’s babysitting that day. I’ve worked every Sunday at the salon for a year. I explain to her why I’m off. She tells me it’s unfortunate and that she’ll try to figure something out but can’t promise me anything.

I’m fine with that. When I was in a relationship with Annabelle, (See: Annabelle – 2013 -2014 Nice to Meet You) Everything we did was fit in and around her schedule because she was so selfish.

That’s not ever been the case with lovely Cherie. She’s made every effort to see me whenever she can. She actually has a truly busy and complex schedule unlike Annabelle who just couldn’t manage her thoughts or her calendar. Cherie has REAL responsibilities and makes a real effort to spend time with me. She’s always loving, calm and consistent when it comes to our relationship.

I love her for it.

She texts me back Saturday night. She tells me she can come to Philly in the morning, for a few hours while her son and his cousins go to church with her parents.

Bingo!

Cherie says if she can make the 8:30 train, she can be at Suburban Station at 9:40am. She will have to be back on the 1:05pm train back home. That gives us roughly a little over 3 hours together.

Cherie is great. I get a day off and she works it out so she can travel 50 minutes each way to spend 3 hours with me. I couldn’t have invented a better woman than this wonderful lady.

I set my alarm to get up early. I just want some time to prep the room, tidy up and get a bite to eat. Because I know what’s going to happen between 10am and 12:30pm in this room. There’s no illusion to either of us what is needed here today. Probably more needed by me than Cherie. (But that’s debatable based on her usual hunger)

The next morning I get a text: “Good morning love. I’ll be at Suburban at 9:40.”

Goddess. My baby is on point.

My place is ready and so am I. Alright… I head up to Manhattan Bagels at 18th and Sansom in Rittenhouse and get a breakfast sandwich. It’s been chilly. I feel the wind bite my cheeks as I make the trek to 18th and JFK. It’s the closest point for me to enter Suburban and be underground for the longest time to escape the cold.

She always comes down on the same train but for some reason we have yet to meet in the same spot. For some reason I’m never at the stairs of the platform when she comes up. I know it’s partly my fault, and I should be better at this but it’s just a little thing that’s ours. The last part of her trip is underground so there’s no service. So there’s a gap in communication until she pops up from the platform to the station. She makes a move and says she’s up on the street in front of Walgreens at 17th and JFK and it’s cold. I tell her to come back down and get to her location and intercept my queen.

 

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Celebrity Sightings: Elisany da Cruz Silva

‘I have always wanted to go out with a tall girl and she came and fit that perfectly.”

 

The world’s tallest bride: 6ft 8in Brazilian teenager to marry her 5ft 4in boyfriend.

  • Elisany suffers from gigantism from a tumour on her pituitary gland
  • Couple have been together three years and have lived together for a year
  • Elisany still draws stares but Francinaldo says he is proud to show her off
  • The pair want a long engagement but are already planning the wedding
  • Although only 18, she hopes to conceive soon due to fears over her fertility

 

Brazil’s loftiest teen is set to become the world’s tallest bride after her compact fiancée popped the big question.

Aspiring model Elisany da Cruz Silva – who is a staggering 6ft 8ins tall – has been dating 5ft 4ins Francinaldo da Silva Carvalho for more than three years.

Despite a massive 1ft 4ins between them, Francinaldo had no problem increasing the distance by dropping to one knee after a romantic stroll along the beach.

With well over a foot difference between their heights, Elisany and Francinaldo have more difficulty than most couples kissing after becoming engaged

With well over a foot difference between their heights, Elisany and Francinaldo have more difficulty than most couples kissing after becoming engaged

Brazil's tallest teen Elisany Da Silva accepts her new fiancee Francinaldo Carvalho's proposal on March 29, 2014 in Salinopolis, Brazil

Francinaldo gets down on one knee to ask his girlfriend of three years to marry him

Brazil’s tallest teen Elisany Da Silva accepts her new fiancee Francinaldo Carvalho’s proposal on March 29, 2014 in Salinopolis, Brazil

The lovestruck pair have shared a small home in the Brazilian town of Salinopolis for one year and are hoping to soon hear the pitter patter of tiny feet.

Elisany is so stuck on having a child that she is willing to adopt if she does not fall pregnant soon – despite being only 18.

The youngster is worried that she may not conceive because of a form of gigantism that was caused when a tumour grew on her pituitary gland.

Despite this the couple are still looking forward to a long and happy life together.

Remembering the romantic proposal, Elisany said: ‘I told him many times, ‘do not ask me to marry you because my answer will be no’ – I think that’s what he was thinking.

‘I was so nervous when I saw him there. I don’t even know how I coped.’

Construction worker Francinaldo added: ‘I have always wanted to go out with a tall girl and she came and fitted into that perfect.

Elisany

Despite planning a long engagement, Elisany has already picked out her wedding dress

Despite planning a long engagement, Elisany has already picked out her wedding dress

Elisany's height still draws stares, even in her hometown, but Francinaldo says the attention doesn't bother him and he is proud to show her off

Elisany’s height still draws stares, even in her hometown, but Francinaldo says the attention doesn’t bother him and he is proud to show her off

The couple is planning on a long engagement despite Elisany already having a dress for the big day.

‘We think how will the preparations for the wedding be, the church, the best men and bridesmaids,’ added Francinaldo.

‘We have taken just one step towards the wedding – which was me asking her to marry me.

‘We are giving it some time to get it all in order.’

The newly engaged couple have not always seen eye to eye and Francinaldo had to work hard to get the ring on Elisany’s finger.

‘When we met I had already turned 16,’ she said.

‘I was still a bit childish and so I was just playing around with him for a while and I got so annoyed with him – as if he was a rival that I hated.

‘I just didn’t like him and wanted to hit him every time we met.’

But little Francinaldo has a big heart and remembers their meeting a little differently.

He said: ‘The first time I saw her I went to get some bread and I noticed her from a distance.

‘I checked her out and she also checked me out straight away.

‘Then I just thought, “I need to be with that girl”. I always found her beautiful.’

The newly engaged couple have not always seen eye to eye and Francinaldo had to work hard to get the ring on Elisany's finger

The newly engaged couple have not always seen eye to eye and Francinaldo had to work hard to get the ring on Elisany's finger

The newly engaged couple have not always seen eye to eye and Francinaldo had to work hard to get the ring on Elisany’s finger, but the couple now can not wait to wed

And the hate eventually turned to love for Elisany when she became jealous of Francinaldo’s prowess with the ladies.

‘He was talking to another girl and I was jealous,’ she said.

‘He intrigued me – I wanted to know more about him.’

Despite the pair being completely in love, not everyone is as happy about the new engagement.

Elisany’s mother, Ana Maria Ramos, said: ‘I don’t know how this could happen – this proposal.

‘It was a surprise – no-one was expecting it.

Elisany seen here as a young, aspiring model,  is so stuck on having a child that she is willing to adopt if she does not fall pregnant soon - despite being only 18

Elisany seen here as a young, aspiring model, is so stuck on having a child that she is willing to adopt if she does not fall pregnant soon – despite being only 18

‘In spite of everything she is still a very young girl with a lot ahead of her.

‘She is sometimes a bit difficult to him but I’ve never seen him treating her badly.

‘He has been an excellent person.’

Elisany still draws stares while walking down the street where she has lived her entire life and is often referred to as the giant girl.

Francinaldo said: ‘I keep telling her to get out more so that people don’t feel so curious about her.
‘When we go for a walk people keep staring saying ‘look at that giant girl’.

‘It really bothers me because people don’t have the consciousness of thinking that she’s also a human being.’

But despite drawing stares Francinaldo cannot wait to show off his new fiancie.

He added: ‘ am always boasting about being with her.

‘Everyone thinks she is beautiful – my friends think she is beautiful.

‘They always ask me to take her to meet them but she won’t go because she’s embarrassed.

‘She is a person that is very different and I know I can make her happy.

‘Our relationship is special because she understands me and I understand her.’

The world’s tallest teenage girl walks hands in hands with her boyfriend, the picture of young love despite a staggering 1ft 6in height difference.

Elisany da Cruz Silva, 17, measures an unbelievable 6ft 8in tall and has to bend down to plant a kiss on her 5ft 4in lover Francinaldo da Silva Carvalho, 22.

The youngster, from Salinopolis in Brazil, has a form of gigantism because of a tumor on her pituitary gland, which regulates growth. Doctors have since removed the tumor.

Okay. I love this 5’4″ little guy closing this incredible queen.  Because as we all know now at phicklphilly I love women’s legs. To have a woman like this would be like winning the lottery. Sure her head seems a little small, but she has miles of legs. I would worship Elisany forever. I’ve never seen anyone like her and probably won’t again. I love that this dude had the power at his small stature to pursue this amazing woman.

When I look upon her I want to chop her down like a tree and make mad love to her. (Sorry they’re all the same size on their backs) Haters gonna hate. If you have a fetish and you love something, if it can be more or bigger or more intense you want it more. Like any drug, anything worth doing is worth overdoing. 

Elisany is an extraordinary lady and I am smitten. I’m happy for this couple but Elisany represents the overdose that I crave of my love of women’s legs. They go on for days!

It’s my thing and I’m just so happy I stumbled upon an article about this extraordinary woman.

If you love something, you always want more of it. That’s me.

Francinaldo (Her boyfriend) casts a great shadow and at 5’4″ is a giant among men.

Well done Sir!

My last two previous girlfriends were 5’11 and 6 foot. You are a King in my book! You’re my hero, dude.

And lastly… It must be nice knowing a woman you can always look up to!

 

 

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