Technically, I am not sure I can even count this guy as an ex. I have never met the guy in person, but the "relationship" we had at times did seem like we were. Yeah, another internet thing. I started talking to Sugar Daddy about six years ago. Maybe seven. I was a member on this random website that was kind of like Myspace or Facebook, but they did a lot of photo rating to get points to buy "stuff" for other people. It was a waste of time, basically. So he happened to message me one day and we started talking. We would talk pretty regularly on the computer and eventually texted each other and called. Our personalities worked well together. We both are a little nerdy. He is the one that got me into the fantastic Doctor Who. I'm sure most of you don't know what that is and that's ok. Most people I talk to about it have no clue what I am even saying.
Anyway, if he really did look like the pictures that he sent me then he looked pretty damn good. I will never know for sure, but he probably doesn't. I could have been talking to some overweight guy that was just really lonely. As I said, we started talking a while ago. He was kind of in between a lot of relationships. There would be a small amount of time where we wouldn't talk to one another and then would start up again. He really proved to be a person I could talk to pretty easily about a lot of different things. I think a lot of it had to do with the fact that I was never face to face with him and just sending him texts and having phone conversations. I almost am embarrassed at how close I felt to him because all he was was a phone call. He helped me through a lot of different things.
Now, why call him Sugar Daddy you ask? That is pretty much what he was. The best part of it all was that I didn't have to have sex with him or do anything in order for him to want to give me something. Pretty sweet, huh? I promise I'm not a gold digger or anything.... I still to this day don't know how he got his money. The only story that I have I can't really trust is true, but at the same time it's a story that I would feel bad not believing. When he was 16 his parents got into a car accident. They were hit by a drunk driver and both of them died. He doesn't have any siblings and no family living around him. So, his parents had a pretty decent life insurance policy that he has been living off of ever since. To my knowledge he doesn't work and he doesn't have to. Makes me sound pretty mean to not believe that, huh?
I'm not sure why it started, but he started wanting to get me things for my birthday or for Christmas. Then it turned into him getting me things just to get me things. This last year for my birthday he got me a fantastic present. I have a HUGE love for all things Tim Burton and he sent me a copy of a limited release book full of his drawings and inspirations for movies. It's fantastic. He's sent me: all but the first season of True Blood, the entire series of Angel, the entire series of Torchwood, all of Dr who, the first season of glee, one of my Sookie books, he sent me $400 to put towards my corpse bride tattoo, multiple Victoria Secret gift cards (my underwear collection exploded), an Ohio jersey, shirt and sweatshirt, a My Zombie Pony sweatshirt and t shirt, and I think that might be it. At least I can't think of anything else right now. Seriously though. I've NEVER met the guy.
I tried to get him to come visit multiple times. Every time that it would get close to him coming to visit something would happen. It never failed. He hurt himself or something. I don't even know. I finally just gave up on the fact that I would never meet him. Which is fine. I'm not sure I really want to ruin that. I think he is better left as a mystery. Even lately (as in like 6 months ago or so) he had said that he was ready to come and see me. It ended up in a fight because I had started talking to Cool Rider again. I will get to him in a while. He is the most current one :) He got upset that I basically wasn't waiting for him. I'm not getting any younger here and I was tired of just having texts and phone calls with him. I think he finally gets that we aren't going to meet now because he sees that I am pretty content where I am at. We still talk a little here and there because he still is great to talk to. I care about him even though nothing really ever came of us talking. I would feel sad if we ever stopped talking completely, but I am pretty sure that there will be a day when we do. I'll miss him. Oh, and the gift cards.
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