Somehow the subject of sugar babies comes up. I may have been talking about a couple of girls I have spoken to in the salon and they’ve told me about their exploits. I obviously don’t speak graphically about it. It just sort of came up. She finds the idea of girls doing that revolting and has too much self esteem and virtue. She said she could never do that.
(Isn’t that sort of happening between us???)
We start chatting about how excited she is to go to Florida for the winter break. She loves the warmth of the temperature down there. She misses her dog and can’t wait to drive around in her Jeep. She tells me she’ll probably just rest, workout, try to eat better, walk her dog, and cruise around in her jeep. She misses driving!
Best part is, she won’t have to do any studying, write any papers, or go to any classes. Just fun in the sun. She’ll probably be as brown as a penny when she comes back to Philly in a month.
Funny thing is, I don’t hear about anything else. I know she likes tanning and getting dark. I know she likes to eat and digs snacks. She says her mom loves snacks too. Her mother once went looking for snacks in Kita’s room and discovered some condoms. I love the idea of Kita having condoms. (Just suiting up with a condom before plunging into her.)
But I digress…
She works out everyday. I guess what I’m saying here is, Kita is going to do exactly what she does up here as she’ll do down there. I didn’t hear anything about friends or going out or anything.
I think our lovely little Kita may be a bit of a bore. I think I see how a man could tire of her once he’s had sex with her. What do you do with her? She’s very indecisive, needy, confused, sober, etc. Not very fun.
But here’s the thing. I’m attracted to her. I’ve never had her. I want her. She’s adorable and spends time with me. That’s pretty nice for me.
I’ll just keep writing about her until I figure it all out.
Near the end of the meal I ask her a question.
“Kita, I like you and enjoy your company. I appreciate you joining me for lunch today. I’d like to meet up with you and see you outside of the salon again. It can be food or we can go to Dave & Busters like we talked about that. I’d like us to do that on a regular basis. Would you like that?”
“Yes. Yes, we can definitely do that. I’d like that.”
That’s all I needed.
The bill comes, and of course I’m delighted to pay. She loved her Salmon salad, and polished off the last of the mac and cheese I got for us to split. I liked when she picked up the spoon and dug the last dollop out of the bowl and put it in her sweet mouth.
She’s summoning her UBER and it’s rapidly approaching. We get ourselves together and head outside into the winter afternoon sunlight. She has to go write a paper for her finals, and I have to get to the salon.
“Oh it’s here! Gimme a kiss!”
I take her lovely visage in my hands and peck her plump lips, and she’s off.
I start walking east on JFK Blvd. and light a cigarette. I reflect on the day and my relationship with Kita.
I buy special snacks and fruit for her. I always have a little something there for her to munch on. I give her free water to fill up her water bottle. I took her out to a posh dinner. I bought her a special bronzing lotion to better tan her. I bought her pepper spray and showed her how to use it to help keep her safe in the city. Now I’ve taken her out to lunch and discussing future dates and activities for us to do together.
Oh my God.
Kita is my sugarbaby!
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