Why Did I First Think About Having A Sugar Daddy

It was summer of 1929... Of course no, it was just last year, 2008. I don’t know what was the weather like in summer 1929, but last year it was hottest it can be. I didn’t know where to hide from the heat and was thinking that I should pack and go some place where the weather must be lovely at that time of the year. But then I was facing another problems like lonesome, financial independence and boredom. Since I was an adventurer I could take off at any moment. I went online and joined a free dating site. I didn’t understand why they allow men under 21 there but was getting a lot of hits from teens who wanted a nanny to go to the movie in the evening with. Since their moms are at work. Anyway, I couldn’t stay there more than a week, I even met with someone from there. He came on a bike and parked it outside of the restaurant. But was coming out to look if it was there every half an hour.

So it was the end of free dating, I was thinking that I better pay a little money to meet a decent guy with manners and job. I couldn’t believe my luck when I met couple guys after I joined the site and realized that it was totally different level. It was like something you feel going on an international business class flights after experiencing domestic ones. Yes, champagne and caviar.
And high level assistance. Summer wasn’t hot and lonely anymore. I got to visit Alaska on a cruise and British Colombia as well.

Pioneers Of Online Dating

With the boom of online dating in the 90s I didn’t stay aside of the picture. I had to find a virtual boyfriend, date him, fall in love with him and marry him. Anyway, it wasn’t that hard. I posted my picture and wrote some basics about me and started receiving letters from members of the opposite sex. One of the two keys to get a lot of responses as I learned was to take a good picture with a smiling face and write good and positive things about yourself. I just couldn’t remember any negative things about myself. At least at that moment. Who cares, good impression was my priority. Anyway, I met a very sweet guy from Turkey, who originally was from Kazakhstan

He was doing his Masters there and was missing his home, friends and needed a nice girl like me to talk to on a lonely evening. We exchanged letters almost every day, chatted on weekends and he used to call me every two weeks. After six months we knew each other better than my friends I have spent years with. He wrote about his love in a poem I still keep in my mind. Sweet seventeen…

A year passes by and he visits me in my country during his summer vacation. It was my most romantic date I ever had. Until now. Are all women like this or only me? I say that one day I’ll be eighty something and sitting on my terrace and watching the sunset and remembering my most romantic date I have ever had.

My city. I didn’t recognize it, I just couldn’t. I was flying on the same streets I used to take a walk on. I couldn’t consume any food, I had to chew it and I didn’t have time for that. I was just sipping juice. And love. Those two things kept me on my feet or wings. The rose he gave me was the most tender thing my lips ever touched. Oh, about lips. The kiss he gave me made me lose my consciousness and the law of gravity wasn’t working on me. There is at least one man in each woman’s life that she regrets letting go of. He is the one in mine. When it was just too much of happiness I just couldn’t take it and maybe will think about it sitting on my terrace years later.