I’d looked to date since my divorce and I’d tried to go out with a few women, but I really had not been ready.
Now, I was different. My ex-wife had moved on, I was over my intense grief about losing my son, and the idea of a real relationship seemed good to me. It still probably wouldn’t last more than a few weeks, but I was willing to give it a try.
Kimberly: Would you like to meet up sometime?
“Look, she’s an independent woman asking you out first,” Josh said as he shook his head approvingly at the brunette woman’s profile.
“I think this is one of those girls looking for a sugar daddy, Josh.”
“I don’t know, she seems nice,” he laughed.
“Write back that I want to meet.”
Brandon: Would you like to go to drinks sometime?
Kimberly: Actually, it works best if we go somewhere where we can talk. How about donuts over on Sunset?
Brandon: When is a good time for you?
Kimberly: I could do tomorrow.
Brandon: Sure, how about 9:00 in the morning?
Kimberly: Sounds great. If you have a contract I’ll need to sign regarding non-disclosures, please bring it with you. I’ll want to have my lawyer review it before I sign. Also, my minimum allowance is $5,000 a month, and that’s for one visit/date/event each week; if you want me on a more permanent basis, we will need to negotiate the rate.
“Oh, man!” I burst out laughing.
“Wow, she’s got this business down!” Josh said as his hands went behind his head and he leaned back in the chair. “She makes more money than I do some months.”
“Now that is an official sugar baby,” I said.
“Wow, she has no shame, no qualms about asking for what she wants. She’s bold,” he said as he continued to laugh. “Maybe I should ask her out. No, I’m kidding. I can’t afford her.”
“I really don’t have an issue with girls doing that. I mean, you know there are guys out there that have no problem dropping some cash to make sure their date goes smoothly or to have a hot piece of ass on their arm for a charity event. Not really my style, but I don’t have anything against people who do that. Tell her no thank you.”
Brandon: Sorry, I’m not interested in that sort of relationship. Best of luck.
We could see that Kimberly was typing a message and both leaned in to see what her response was going to be. The anticipation was killing me as she typed and then backed out of the message, then started to type again.
Kimberly: I hate to disappoint you, but most of the women on here are looking for an arrangement. Why else would a guy like you be looking to date someone as young as I am?
“Oh, man,” Josh said. “She’s onto you.”
“Me! You’re the one who replied to her. Just say goodbye.”
“Maybe she’s right, Brandon. Maybe that other girl is also looking for an arrangement, but is just more discreet than this girl? The blonde did look really familiar to me.”
“Because you hang around women looking for financial arrangements often?” I joked.
“No, I swear I’ve seen her, but I just can’t place her face.”
Brandon: Have a nice day. Again, best of luck on finding what you’re looking for.
“She did look familiar to me, too. Not super familiar, though; at least I’m sure I’ve never slept with her.”
“Oh, well, at least you’re sure of that.”
Josh clicked on Delilah’s profile again as he scrolled through her photos. I had the feeling she and I had connected somewhere recently, but I just couldn’t remember where or when I had seen her. I also didn’t think I’d actually talked to her, so maybe I had just seen her in passing.