Spring Has Sprung

Ah, spring has come early to Chicago this year.

The warm weather has me daydreaming of pressing up against hard bodies on bikes, and making new friends with boats.

I have kept my interest in Mr. Chef - and he got kudos for not being too upset I had to cancel our date last week. Some how, we still send entirely way too many texts to one another throughout the day (every day). I am surprised I have not tired of him yet. I still think he's sweet and I do still worry that he is looking for something more than what I am. He sent me a sweet email last week, which did not say FWB to me, but it made me smile so I won't hold it against him.

And while I have gotten away from the Sugar Baby world, this guy seems like he wants someone to spoil. I won't say no. He already got me a Victoria's Secret gift card. That took me off guard a little bit, but he seems harmless. Also on the plus side, he keeps saying he wants to take me to his weekend home on the lake, where he says he has all sorts of toys. And a boat. Yeah, I'm sure we can be friends this summer! We plan on getting together at the end of this week.

Mr. Italy continues to try and reach out to me. He also seems harmless but is way more prone to dirty talking and perverted comments, which I do not mind at all. However, we have met a couple times and I enjoy his company but we do not have the chemistry I feel I have with Mr. Chef. I'm not sure why he hasn't given up on me after all this time. I may just have to go for a ride on his new Ducati since the weather has warmed up considerably here.

I am still on the look-out for new prospects but I don't like to set too high of expectations. It's hard enough to find one decent guy around here.

Hello, Mr. Chef!

I jumped right back into the whole dating scene...minus the seriousness.
I've always found that the best way to get over an ex is to put yourself underneath someone else. I know, it sounds bad. But it can actually be very therapeutic - and fun! So, last week I found myself posting a lame, to-the-point ad on Craigslist.

It appeared as though all the men in the greater Chicagoland area were creepin' on there because I got [literally] 376 responses within 3 hours. It's pathetic, really. I was able to weed 80% out after seeing a picture. Or after receiving a junk shot instead of a face pic, in which case they are immediately disqualified. I don't want a picture of your penis...unless I specifically ask for it.

I can't complain though - it is Craigslist.

I ended up exchanging emails with about 6 of them, eliminating them all for one reason or another except for one. Ding, ding, DING! We have a winner! Mr. Chef!

Obviously, he is a chef. He owns his own company, which seems legit since when I Googled him it came up. What? Don't look at me like that. Who doesn't Google people nowadays!?

We seemed to hit it off via email. After two days, he was privileged enough to get my number. We spent the entire week texting one other far too often.

We agreed to meet this past weekend. I wasn't expecting much. I just wanted to feel those butterflies and have a good time. We met at a cute, little bar.

I was pleasantly surprised. He's tall and good-looking. Plus he's 30. That's perfect for me. Not too old, not too young.

We spent four hours throwing back beers and chit-chatting. We seem to have a lot in common so far. Plus he was a perfect gentleman - not even a hug when we parted ways! He picked up the tab and texted me afterwards to thank me for my time and give me a few compliments.

He's already asking to see me later this week. I haven't given him a definite answer yet, but I will probably give him another go. He's aware I only want a fun relationship with no strings attached. I purely want to see where things go, no forcing it.

He says he wants the same. But we will see.