Boston unavailable, Fat Daddy impolite. Story of my life.

Boston texted me back 30 min. later, saying that he's swamped today and tomorrow. I texted him back that it was ok and that I'd try him again later this week. Anyone else annoyed by this kind of behavior? I don't just want him to chase me - I want him to WANT to chase me. He's the big-shot here, he's the experienced one...I don't need him to hold my hand through this, but if he wanted to do 50% of the work, I sure as hell wouldn't mind.

Well in any case, I kind of wish we could just skip the whole awkward first couple of dates thing and get straight to a nice, straight-forward arrangement. I have a feeling that although our conversations are only so-so in terms of interest, our sexual compatibility will be quite high.

I wish I could just skip ahead a couple of months to a time when we can have silly pillow talk and tickling and nuzzling without it being awkward. A time when we can just hang out and watch movies, or spend all day in bed. A time when I can ask him all those intimate questions about his life and his personal philosophies and what brought him to this lifestyle. Those are the moments I live for. That's what I'm looking for in my ideal SD relationship.

SO YEAH. Going to try him Wednesday or Thursday. Got plenty of time this month before bills come due, so going to spend it romancing some potential daddies.

In other news, got an email from a guy I'll call Fat Daddy. FD and I emailed back and forth a little - his letters were awesome, smart, kind, cultured. But when he sent his pictures, I'll admit - I was turned off. The guy must weigh 275, 300 pounds. And he's not just one of those "built" linebacker types - he's the fat/sweaty type who you can picture getting winded while walking up stairs.

But I didn't want to burn that bridge until I was secure in my relationship with another SD. So I told him that I was starting something up with another SD and that I only wanted ONE arrangement at a time. Then at the end of last month when I was really strapped for cash, I emailed him. But my other SD - a guy who I haven't mentioned on this blog before, I'll call him Mr. Sensitivity - came through for me, and I was able to make rent.

But right around this time, Fat Daddy's emails became a little rude - curt, even. I told him I couldn't meet him one day because I had to take my mom out. He wrote back "Sure...blow mom off." Rude, right? He had previously referred to himself as a Southern Gentleman, but he wrote several emails that really put me off.

So today he writes me and says "You still around baby? Still interested?"

Ugh. Don't call me "baby" unless we've been dating for at least a year, and/or you've been providing me 2 to 3 grand in spoiling each month. Most likely will not be responding.

Only the wrong guys are pursuing me. Going running tonight so that I can be in awesome shape when I start screwing around with Boston. Going to glaze my hair and do some strategic hair removal tonight.