Love 2015

 

 

The year 2015 proved that it starts with love and then ends with being single, again. There were some moments when love came around when I wasn’t expecting it. I wasn’t looking and then it hit me, it hit me real hard in my heart. When love struck my heart, I cried. I knew the person my heart had chosen of all people was someone unrealistic since he identifies as gay. I met his “best friend” who’s a straight female. It didn’t pick it up right away, but in the end, she never really dated anyone since she’s been in love with him since they were little kids. She accepted that he was gay and stayed by his side even though he’s become the monster and not a man he needs to be. I don’t want to get in their way. They’ve known each other for the past twenty years and he’s only known me since the spring. She was shocked becoming numb and was stunned that I knew where he was ticklish, a matter she’s never known. I never and will not tell her that I accidently touched his penis from over his shorts that I had gotten him when I was trying to be playful back when I was visiting a friend with whom he came with. My friends didn’t like the guy I brought over. He was rude and disrespectful to me in front of them. They requested for him to never come back! That’s an indication that he’s uninvited for his behavior and that he’s addicted to texting other gays from dating apps, most of whom are just NOT into him once they meet! As bitter and ugly as everything between him and me rose and fell apart, in the end as much as my mind hates him for everything, my heart still loves him. I don’t want to love him, but my heart chose to. I know that his childhood friend loves him no matter what, but she’s unaware of how horrible he is or has become since he’s naïve due to coming from a sheltered upbringing. I don’t want to be the one to come between them. She gave up dating and being with anyone else to wait for him and is disappointed that he was into me instead of her. I generally like tall and skinny guys, but he’s anorexic looking and ghostly white! I told myself after the first day I met him, that he’s ugly looking because he doesn’t have the features I like in guys whether gay or straight, which are to have big eyes and big lips. I did give him a makeover this year making sure he gets a new and better haircut as well as wearing better clothes to look more like a man and not a little boy anymore. He went from looking like a mess to looking handsome, thanks to my skills from working in clothing retail for many years that he doesn’t know about. He’s never really received compliments before I fixed him up, and he has as long as he only wears what I have approved!

In the end, I finally learned what it honestly feels to love someone who isn’t one of my children or my mother. I love my daughters even though I only got to see my oldest, the first time in ten years this year. I love my mother and forgave her for mistreating me growing up because she believed in the lies of my devilish sisters. My heart chose to love this guy, and as the year comes to an end, I still don’t know why my heart chose him of all people. I know I wasn’t looking for love at the time. He does have some serious body odor he needs to work on getting rid of, and ironically, he’s the last guy I went to sleep with at night and woke up snuggled next to the next morning. It’s a red flag that some of my friends don’t like him for the hurt he’s caused me. He hasn’t apologized for his lashing out at me twice in front of others over the summer. I’ve never had anyone had such a reaction towards me such as him. He’s not told a soul that he is into me, but one of my friends could sense he does even though he does identify as being gay. None of his so-called friends knows that he is into me. As much as he used to be an open book, he’s clammed up because he’s not used to his feelings going against him.

A heterosexual male friend is the one who advised me to tell the guy my heart loves that I love him. I did tell him informally and he’s since freaked out since he’d prefer for a guy to tell him that they love him and not a female. I considered him as a friend which was for the best part because I can’t make him bisexual or straight, he’s just gay. He’s imperfect, he’s a whiny little bitch, he’s selfish, he’s ungrateful, and he doesn’t have compassion in his soul. He has severe body odor, he can’t dress himself, he has hygiene issues, he doesn’t have the big eyes and lips I like on men, he naïve, he still wants to be babied, he only relies on the internet to make friends, and he doesn’t have a variety of friends. He’s never called me sexy, pretty, gorgeous, or even hot. He’s only addressed me as beautiful.

I like some spice and spunk in my relationships, but obviously I don’t and won’t have that with that one guy. He can’t dance with zero rhythm and he’s extremely vanilla sexually, as in a boring lay. Through all the horrible things I can say about him and how much my mind hates him for mistreating me, my heart loves him. My heart still loves him through all the pain he’s put me through because he’s inexperienced when it comes to life. I hate that my heart loves him.

“Love 2015”

 

The year 2015 proved that it starts with love and then ends with being single, again. There were some moments when love came around when I wasn’t expecting it. I wasn’t looking and then it hit me, it hit me real hard in my heart. When love struck my heart, I cried. I knew the person my heart had chosen of all people was someone unrealistic since he identifies as gay. I met his “best friend” who’s a straight female. It didn’t pick it up right away, but in the end, she never really dated anyone since she’s been in love with him since they were little kids. She accepted that he was gay and stayed by his side even though he’s become the monster and not a man he needs to be. I don’t want to get in their way. They’ve known each other for the past twenty years and he’s only known me since the spring. She was shocked becoming numb and was stunned that I knew where he was ticklish, a matter she’s never known. I never and will not tell her that I accidently touched his penis from over his shorts that I had gotten him when I was trying to be playful back when I was visiting a friend with whom he came with. My friends didn’t like the guy I brought over. He was rude and disrespectful to me in front of them. They requested for him to never come back! That’s an indication that he’s uninvited for his behavior and that he’s addicted to texting other gays from dating apps, most of whom are just NOT into him once they meet! As bitter and ugly as everything between him and me rose and fell apart, in the end as much as my mind hates him for everything, my heart still loves him. I don’t want to love him, but my heart chose to. I know that his childhood friend loves him no matter what, but she’s unaware of how horrible he is or has become since he’s naïve due to coming from a sheltered upbringing. I don’t want to be the one to come between them. She gave up dating and being with anyone else to wait for him and is disappointed that he was into me instead of her. I generally like tall and skinny guys, but he’s anorexic looking and ghostly white! I told myself after the first day I met him, that he’s ugly looking because he doesn’t have the features I like in guys whether gay or straight, which are to have big eyes and big lips. I did give him a makeover this year making sure he gets a new and better haircut as well as wearing better clothes to look more like a man and not a little boy anymore. He went from looking like a mess to looking handsome, thanks to my skills from working in clothing retail for many years that he doesn’t know about. He’s never really received compliments before I fixed him up, and he has as long as he only wears what I have approved!

In the end, I finally learned what it honestly feels to love someone who isn’t one of my children or my mother. I love my daughters even though I only got to see my oldest, the first time in ten years this year. I love my mother and forgave her for mistreating me growing up because she believed in the lies of my devilish sisters. My heart chose to love this guy, and as the year comes to an end, I still don’t know why my heart chose him of all people. I know I wasn’t looking for love at the time. He does have some serious body odor he needs to work on getting rid of, and ironically, he’s the last guy I went to sleep with at night and woke up snuggled next to the next morning. It’s a red flag that some of my friends don’t like him for the hurt he’s caused me. He hasn’t apologized for his lashing out at me twice in front of others over the summer. I’ve never had anyone had such a reaction towards me such as him. He’s not told a soul that he is into me, but one of my friends could sense he does even though he does identify as being gay. None of his so-called friends knows that he is into me. As much as he used to be an open book, he’s clammed up because he’s not used to his feelings going against him.

A heterosexual male friend is the one who advised me to tell the guy my heart loves that I love him. I did tell him informally and he’s since freaked out since he’d prefer for a guy to tell him that they love him and not a female. I considered him as a friend which was for the best part because I can’t make him bisexual or straight, he’s just gay. He’s imperfect, he’s a whiny little bitch, he’s selfish, he’s ungrateful, and he doesn’t have compassion in his soul. He has severe body odor, he can’t dress himself, he has hygiene issues, he doesn’t have the big eyes and lips I like on men, he naïve, he still wants to be babied, he only relies on the internet to make friends, and he doesn’t have a variety of friends. He’s never called me sexy, pretty, gorgeous, or even hot. He’s only addressed me as beautiful.

I like some spice and spunk in my relationships, but obviously I don’t and won’t have that with that one guy. He can’t dance with zero rhythm and he’s extremely vanilla sexually, as in a boring lay. Through all the horrible things I can say about him and how much my mind hates him for mistreating me, my heart loves him. My heart still loves him through all the pain he’s put me through because he’s inexperienced when it comes to life. I hate that my heart loves him.

“Sugar Babies: A Newer Form of Prostitution and Robbery”

 

 

There are a good number of “sugar babies” in the world and they wouldn’t consider it prostitution for chasing after older wealthy men for money. These types of women and sometimes men, only depend on their looks to get the attention of desperate older men who are more likely to be wealthy. Older men have been leaving their wives or partners for someone much younger to date and have sex with. The greed of these older men have had consequences as well.

 

The wealthier and usually older men are “dating” much younger women and men. While these men assume that these younger are into them, they are merely being dooped by the scams of these much younger men and women. They are only being targeted so that the sugar babies will take their money and valuable possessions! Sugar babies force themselves to give into sex with the old men who can’t even get an erection with their tiny penis and usually have to consume enhancement pills. The sex is NEVER good but the sugar babies have to pretend to enjoy it in order to be “paid” more money.

 

Where are these sugar babies? They are everywhere, but predominantly in larger city areas where they can target rich businessmen to con. Sugar babies come in all races, but lately they are mostly Asian and white in areas such as New York City, Los Angeles, and the San Francisco Bay Area, only chasing after white or middle eastern multi-millionaires and billionaires. In other parts of the world, there are many sugar baby women due to their super model looks, coming from Eastern Europe who chase after rich white men in Western Europe and in America. Black American women who are sugar babies, mainly chase after athletes and music artists since they know they will more likely have something in common with those men. Hispanic American women can vary as they target wealthy old white men if they look more white due to having a lighter skin complexion. Sugar baby women are extremely thin figured, usually weighing about a hundred pounds or less. The majority of sugar baby women also either get a breast augmentation before venturing out to be a sugar baby or have one of their early old man boyfriends pay for the surgery since white men tend to prefer larger breasts on women.

 

“Gay” men sugar babies go about things a little different. Most of them try to make sure they don’t look older than about twenty-five years old. About half of the “gay” men sugar babies are gay for pay. The average male sugar baby has a slender muscular body shape and tend to be hairless aka smooth. These men are very clean cut and neat in appearance so as to blend in easily into high society settings they go into.

 

To look like a sugar baby, it’s all about having the “perfect” hair and only wearing expensive fitted clothes. Sugar babies fake being in love with the older men they target, since they’re only after money. These types of men and women are only caught up in a lifestyle which will never allow them to be honestly in love with someone and they’ll never know what amazing sex is like since they force themselves to have sex with men they don’t truly want to be with.

 

Overall, usually it’s the older men who are idiots who think that they can have a better life with a much younger sex partner rather than stay with their wives or long-term partner. The wealthy older men should have learned from the example of the tech executive who left his wife for a younger drug addict “prostitute” who ended up killing him! You can’t fix stupid when the majority of old rich men are only thinking about sex with a young girl or boy.

Old men are extremely naïve about sex and sometimes drugs. They don’t know what true love is since sugar babies are only after their wealth. These men are also fed drugs by their sugar babies who want them to be somewhat unconscious so as to receive more of their wealth.

 

Is it worth the effort to be a sugar baby? That depends. Many people consider that being a sugar baby, is a form of prostitution.