The one that got away? Is that real? Did they actually "get away," or did we let them get away? Did we have a choice in the matter, or is “fate” actually a real thing?
This is Addam, with two “Ds.” He and I were in the Army together in 2005 to 2006, stationed in Ft. Riley, Kansas. I didn’t really get to know him until several, several months after joining Bravo Company (🐠—that’s a barracuda). Eventually, we’re all (Bravo) going out and drinking together.
I recently joined a very exclusive club. Now I know I shouldn't be talking about it, but since I didn't sign any non-disclosure agreements or official secrets documents I'm going to go out on a limb and out myself and the rest of our club. Find your secret decoder ring, it’s in that shoe box under your bed, and keep reading below.
I recently saw a question on this website/chat group asking basically how upfront people can be, especially when it comes to dating and sex. This is something that is kind of complex. You can't say whatever you want, whenever you want. It's not that simple, because there is a time, place, and a way to say everything, you can't just blurt stuff out. There are some people who are sensitive.
This may be a series on my page about just the bullshit these guys will say and how they will try to fool you. I have done three posts about fake daddies already but they keep coming up with new things to try to fool women.
In the world of sugar, there are several names or terms for fake daddies or wannabes. I'm here to clear up any confusion or questions. I will be using the term Splenda or salt a lot but some of this can be true for scammers too. A lot of girls prefer online and some of this can be used for that so take this advice and apply it to what you want. Let's dive in—we have a lot to cover.
So as I go through my journey as a sugar baby and as a friend to some babies, I will always learn more so I may write several posts about one topic. I wrote one post already to give you the basics about salt or fake daddies (Filthy: "Salt Daddies and Fakes").
Ok so, I have had some crazy shit happen to me in my love life, hence why over the years my very closest friends have continuously insisted I tell my stories. So here is my first.
Peter and Fred boarded a plane six days after I arrived in Beijing. I was busying myself snapping photos at every turn, recording expenses and conversations, for the Travel feature. The sunlight slanted across my frequent haunt, the Palace Museum, in the early mornings of a beautiful spring. I satisfied my homesickness for Washington, D.C. by wandering through this temple to the arts. For the sake of the article, I’d also visited the typical tourist destinations of China, and was now preparing to tour various Buddhist temples in and around the city. I set out for Biyun Si, the Temple of the Azure Clouds. I never got to any temple beyond it.