ga confession

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Super late post. I haven’t made any personal posts in a while.

Went on a POT date with this asshat. I destroyed my phone (gifted to me by another POT) two days before I met up with him. He got it fixed for me then we went to dinner and a jazz concert. Very lovely. He also honored my gift request to show he was interested. All very good signs. He also gave me $160 for “gas” because I confessed that I enjoyed partaking plus money to cover my travel expenses.

We talked morning to night everyday. He kept making sexual references which was annoying because he refused to talk about allowance. After jazz, he wanted me to come to his house. I declined. This forced him to finally talk about allowance. I gave him the option of monthly or per meet. He then proceeded to try to convince me that I just come over anyway because he paid for gifts. I explained to him for the 200th time that gifts and allowances are not interchangeable 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃. Gifts are a choice and though they would ensure that I’m happy as his baby, I still required an allowance for intimacy. He finally offered me $600/month for 6 meets. Again, I declined and he was so mad he turned red. He proceeded to tell me that all he needed to do was get back on tinder and change the age range to get another baby and that being a sugar baby was a cultural thing because all the black girls are sugar babies. I informed him that not only was that racist, but manipulative and untrue and that if he could find a black sugar baby willing to show him the same graciousness I showed him for $600/month that he shouldn’t waste his time with me.

I got in my car and he texted me to make sure I was home safe. However, the next day he sent me a super NASTY 7 page text about how I’m a dirty “prostitution” that scammed him. I kindly told him that the correct word was PROSTITUTE and that not only did he need to chill because he was the one at a disadvantage for needing to pay for companionship anyway, but that he also needed to pick up a dictionary and come again. I sent him a list of words he misspelled/mispronounced with the correct phonetic spelling and bid him a good day.

I can’t believe I’ve never played this game before. I can’t believe this isn’t as popular as Ib or Mad father.

I caNT B E L I E V E

all women have secrets and here are mine:
sometimes i want to keep the last slice of pie
for myself, pose for nude photographs, respond
to your boyfriend’s drunken text at three
in the morning.

sometimes there is no fun in being good when
it means sitting alone on the mantel like a porcelain
angel.

i want to come down from my shelf and light
a cigarette. i want to drive off an overpass
and land on the road below, tires squealing.
i want to keep loving a liar.

sometimes i want to do the wrong thing.

sometimes i do it.

—  I’M 23% SORRY by jones howell