As I said earlier today, an old sugar daddy, W, got in touch with me a few days ago and we set up our date for today. I just got home, and I’m on cloud 9, I feel high.
I met him around two, and we grabbed a bite to eat. Nothing glamorous since unfortunately all the best restaurants are closed on Sunday–sigh. I was craving Canoe today. Despite this setback, we had a great lunch, it was at this sushi bar in the city, it was delicious. I’m not much of a sushi person, but this was phenomenal.
Coming off the food, it was like W and I picked up where we left. We always had great conversation, he’s a real charmer and always made me feel so special. He must have been a Casanova back in the day.
Because I enjoy stirring the pot, I asked how we would make sure that this time around went better. He essentially promised to be more dependable and reliable. As I mentioned in the earlier post, he had a bad habit of cancelling last minute. Then he said, I had a feeling you were going to ask me this, so I went out, to grab something that would assure you I’m serious this time around.
… This.nigga.pulls.out… HIS DICK
I squeeled, and gave him a huge hug. We finished eating, went for a walk around the city.. it was fairly hot. Then I was on my way home.
My heart is telling me put that in the Birkin fund, but my brain is telling me “Hoe, you betta pay those loans!”
HERE’S MY 1st MONEY SHOT LADIES ** disregard my dutty nails, I’m in need of a mani.