My Healthy Ego vs My Sugarbaby Id

To preface this I have to say: I'm one of those people who hates talking on the phone. I hate not knowing the faces people are making while I talk to them. I vastly prefer texting.

So today Mr. Nice texts me back: Yes I will be around all week let me check my schedule and get back to you. What are u thinking u want to do?

I didn't respond immediately, because I really had to sit back and think it over. What sort of date should I tell my SD I'd like? I mean, what I REALLY would like to do would be simply to see a movie together and then discuss it over a really tasty coffee. I'm low-maintenance like that.

But the SB side of me wasn't satisfied with that. My inner sugarbaby is kind of like my id - instinctive, impulsive, and self-protective. My inner SB isn't greedy like a child - she's cautious like an animal that remembers bone-deep hunger. My id tells me I should ask him to take me shopping now, while he is still actively trying to impress me, because in the future he will become lazy and complacent and want only sex. My id has a keen memory and thus often assumes the worst.

I texted him back that I would be interested in shopping, dining, or seeing a movie, or possibly some combo of the three, but that I believed it was his turn to choose.

He texted back hours later: All three sound like options. Is there a time I could call you today?

Ugh...back to my hatred of the phone. I told a little white lie and said I was busy all day because I wasn't feeling prepared to speak to him on the phone just then. I need some time to prepare myself, mentally. Plus, in case he's calling to set up the actual literal financial terms of the arrangement, there's some info I need to gather first (the number of my spare bank account where he'll wire my allowance, that sort of thing). There are so many ways in which I wish to impress him. I hope he feels the same about me.

So, we'll be speaking on the phone sometime tomorrow. When that happens I'll recap for you.

What I'd really like to do on our date is a compromise between my ego and my id - I'd like to go shopping for the Tiffany bracelet I've been salivating over forever, and then afterwards we'd catch a movie and some good strong coffee. That would be my ideal date. Now I'm off to figure out how to psychically beam the idea for this date into Mr. Nice's brain...