A Sugar Daddy is an older, wealthy man who gives money and/or gifts to a younger woman in return for her company, time, friendship and sometimes sexual needs (if they like eachother). That woman is a Sugar Baby.
It's been a week since I last wrote and what a week it's been! I find myself writing this chapter back in my office, feeling like I have never been away. I may not make too much sense due to extreme tiredness from the Essex home, London apartment commuting, the fact I haven't been at work all week due to crippling pain in my neck, the solitary confinements of my Baker Street home, and the complications that choice brings.
On Monday I decided to stay for most of the week in London as I couldn't go to
work and I didn't much fancy staying the whole week at home watching Trisha, I would go mad. I arrive at Green Park laden down with my stuff to support me in my role as a 'Sugar Baby' and go to the apartment. Fairy God Father and I decide to go out for some drinks and dinner, and head off to Collection. Once in there who on earth do I see? No, this isn't some exciting celeb-spot, no only Old But Gold! Darnit! I'm full of hasty apologies and make up rubbish lies and excuses for ignoring his calls. Oops, I hate confrontation!
FGF had rather taken to taking me under his wing and made sure I was taken out to London's hotspots and fed steak and vodka (in that order) each night, and rested my severely whiplashed neck on the softest down pillows during the day.
Although I am becoming a regular feature in my FGF's social calendar he still 'sees' on average about 8 other girls regularly. One particular night he was out on a first date, (I don't approve of
these, he can keep existing girls but why add new ones?) and asked me to join them for dinner and drinks. Now, I know what you're thinking, that this guy's grooming me for some scandalous, lewd sex act, but it's one thing to go on a threesome date, and another thing altogether to actually have a threesome.
The night was unusual, eventful and ultimately good fun had by all! The girl (I'll call her Saskia) was a year older than me at 22 and seemed to have all the same outlooks on men, dating and partying that I do, with the added wisdom of being on the London party circuit for a few years and with a typical model's connections! The three of us went to Nobu Berkeley for dinner although I have a SERIOUS PHOBIA of anything that was in the ocean and is now on a plate, so instead of eating - I mainly drink!*Nobu is a sushi restaurant.
FGF and Saskia begin to discuss this season's fashion and I know when asked where I love to shop it's going to come out of my mouth like word vomit faster than my real vodka-induced vomit comes out:
On Monday I decided to stay for most of the week in London as I couldn't go to
work and I didn't much fancy staying the whole week at home watching Trisha, I would go mad. I arrive at Green Park laden down with my stuff to support me in my role as a 'Sugar Baby' and go to the apartment. Fairy God Father and I decide to go out for some drinks and dinner, and head off to Collection. Once in there who on earth do I see? No, this isn't some exciting celeb-spot, no only Old But Gold! Darnit! I'm full of hasty apologies and make up rubbish lies and excuses for ignoring his calls. Oops, I hate confrontation!FGF had rather taken to taking me under his wing and made sure I was taken out to London's hotspots and fed steak and vodka (in that order) each night, and rested my severely whiplashed neck on the softest down pillows during the day.
Although I am becoming a regular feature in my FGF's social calendar he still 'sees' on average about 8 other girls regularly. One particular night he was out on a first date, (I don't approve of
these, he can keep existing girls but why add new ones?) and asked me to join them for dinner and drinks. Now, I know what you're thinking, that this guy's grooming me for some scandalous, lewd sex act, but it's one thing to go on a threesome date, and another thing altogether to actually have a threesome.The night was unusual, eventful and ultimately good fun had by all! The girl (I'll call her Saskia) was a year older than me at 22 and seemed to have all the same outlooks on men, dating and partying that I do, with the added wisdom of being on the London party circuit for a few years and with a typical model's connections! The three of us went to Nobu Berkeley for dinner although I have a SERIOUS PHOBIA of anything that was in the ocean and is now on a plate, so instead of eating - I mainly drink!*Nobu is a sushi restaurant.
FGF and Saskia begin to discuss this season's fashion and I know when asked where I love to shop it's going to come out of my mouth like word vomit faster than my real vodka-induced vomit comes out:
"PRIMARK! You can't beat a Primark Special!"*
*Primark Special is a phrase that my friends and I have cultivated for when you spot a classic item in the store - is to be shouted over the rails and other shoppers to alert your fellow friends to pick up the item immediately! May also be used after being asked where your top/belt/bag is from. Reply: It's a Primark Special.
I can't help it, I should do their PR seriously! Now although my Essex girl counterparts would cheer and unanimously agree these Bond
Street-shopping, Vogue-reading, catwalk show-visiting fashionista clotheshorses would gasp in dismay - so I drink. I drink when FGF leans in to Saskia for a kiss on the cheek, I drink when he rubs my knee blatantly in front of her and I drink most of the times inbetween. By the time the starters come I am pretty... well, drunk.FGF is speaking inconspicuously to a waiter for several minutes leaving Saskia and I wondering what's going on. One of FGF's other, rather less open-minded, rather more vunerable 'girlfriends' is also in the restaurant tonight, and Saskia and I need to adopt a 'cover' to protect her fragile mind. I, in my drunken condition was in no fit state to pose as my selected character, FGF's lawyer's daughter, (what kind of fool was going to believe that?) and Saskia defiantly refused to be played down, but then decides it would be somewhat amusing to play along as my 'school friend'.
We meet this 'girlfriend', Andi and her friend who is introduced as Miss Trinidad and Tobago (she most definately wasn't - although in my intoxicated state I announce I am amazed by her
acheivement and ponder aloud at why one country has the word 'and' in it for almost twenty minutes.) Andi is actually lovely and the whole set-up on reflection reminds me of my situation with The Footballer. He probably has a tonne of girls, one for each day yet I am so besotted with him that he feigns cellibacy for my peace of mind - this girl must be dumb though - we clearly weren't a lawyer's daughter and a school friend. My little counter-part and I made FGF squirm when Andi and her friend asked us questions about my dad and how we know FGF by slipping up in drunkeness and confusion of roles. I think Andi got the picture and when our table arrived they left, I presume leaving poor old FGF their bill.By about 11:00pm I am pursuaded to eat a little shredded beef, about enough to feet a small monkey, although the vodka combined with the improper use of chopsticks mean I go largely hungry. I make a mental note to myself that I would later forget not to drink so much, but blame it on the empty stomach and generous measures. I tend to repeat myself, loudly, alot - and get amazed by the most trivial things. Par examplar:
"WOOOOW!!! Look! There's KFC! Let's try and break in and get some chicken! OI! Cleaner!! I can seeeee yoooou in there!! Let me in to get some chicken! Chicken!!!"
We leave Nobu at gone midnight where I realise Christina Aguleria was sitting at the
next table to us the whole night! We also saw Jack Black from Tenatious D (I would so marry him!) and the unusual amount of papparazzi outside told me 
Michael Jackson was to arrive shortly after we left. I also saw The Newcastle United Manager, Glen Roeder (you know the one,
he looks like Anne Robinson) and it gave me the strange urge to call The Footballer, something I NEVER do!! (but more about that later)
As we leave and get in the car we see the bustling doorway of Funky Buddha and beg to go in for some more drinking but poor old FGF's shattered though from the stress of the secret-keeping from Andi (why bother?) and taking two young girls out and giving them vodka all night. I get back to the apartment, Saskia goes home as her mum's ill and FGF goes, well - who knows where he goes at night? I am still drunk, ready to party and have been sent to bed too early, so I
decide to call The Footballer. From there I don't really remember toooo much - however when I look back on my call records, my trusty little phone tells me we had been talking for over an hour and a half! What on earth about?!!? This must be the longest I have ever spoken to him EVER yet I can't remember a thing! I DO remember, however getting off the phone to him and feeling so, so elated that I jump around for a full ten minutes until I have to stop, lay down and try to regulate my breathing before I pass out. It was a goooood night.
decide to call The Footballer. From there I don't really remember toooo much - however when I look back on my call records, my trusty little phone tells me we had been talking for over an hour and a half! What on earth about?!!? This must be the longest I have ever spoken to him EVER yet I can't remember a thing! I DO remember, however getting off the phone to him and feeling so, so elated that I jump around for a full ten minutes until I have to stop, lay down and try to regulate my breathing before I pass out. It was a goooood night. 
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