Daily Loaf

I first introduced my friend Julia in Sugar daddy wanted:  part 1, as a beautiful, 30-something with long black hair, large breasts, and a thin frame–-a woman who should never have a problem finding a date, yet she does.

Julia decided to try her luck on seekingarrangment.com, and quickly began sending and receiving messages.  The emails mainly consisted of questions such as, what are your interests and what are you looking for?  Some men wanted to know about kinky things like anal sex or S&M. Others said they were interested in friendship.  Still others were more concerned with what kind of arrangement Julia wanted. Some questions were quite extreme, but not harmful, while others made her click the delete button as fast as possible.  Luckily Juila found a few profiles that caught her attention. Read the rest of this entry »

It took an Atacama Desert-like dry spell and a cruel bout of Adderall-induced insomnia to discover the secret to succeeding on Craigslist Casual Encounters. While the morally superior may say that no real ‘success’ could come from this, the morally superior are a bunch of suckers.

Besides, morality wouldn’t keep me from resorting to another Casual Encounter hook-up; Pam would.

Ask any sleaze ball who has ever tried it. If they’re man or woman enough to admit it, they’ll tell you the process of casual encountering is not so casual. Read the rest of this entry »

It’s Friday Night and I’m at home waiting on my date. Since I’m still waiting, I assume I scared him off.  This has been happening more often. Maybe I’m getting too aggressive.  I’ve been assertive with men my entire life.  I was under the impression that society had changed and it was ok for a woman to talk about sex without being a whore.   Besides, he started it. He contacted me online and since I’m a flirt, I couldn’t resist.

His online photos were so fucking hot my eyes burned just looking at them.  Clearly defined upper body with dark hair and light eyes.  I’ll do dirty, nasty things for a man with dark hair and light eyes. I was excited from the start.  I wanted to see where this would go.  Hopefully straight to the bedroom. This is how it started, straight from the internet chat box:

“Hi there sexy, love your smile and pics,” he wrote. Read the rest of this entry »

I’m cursed with the inability to meet a man, well, in person. I’m that girl in the corner of the coffee shop with her nose in a book. I’m not the sassy temptress that men usually talk to. So this leaves me with two options: 1) Buy a cat and hope someone, someday, bothers to talk to me – or – 2) the internet. I’ve been on the ‘net trying to find love since I turned 18.

But this isn’t why I’m mad.

That’s right: my lack of personal skill and the fact that men will never be terribly interested in me without having to first read my profile – that (surprisingly) doesn’t bother me (anymore).

So what’s pissed me off? Well that’s easy: I got dumped the day before Valentine’s Day, on Instant Messenger.

I’m told there are fewer shitty things a guy can do to a girl other than dumping her right before a special event. But, even in the books of men, it takes a true rare form of douche-bag to dump a girl before the most romantic day of the year. Read the rest of this entry »

This is possible the greatest love story of our generation. Two nudists find love over the internet and meet for the first time while streaking a European soccer game. How’s that for romance?