Over two years ago I inadvertently became a sugar-baby. I never thought that I would ever be a sugar baby or a trophy wife, and I did not even think that sugar-babies ever existed. I was walking home and a British man had two concert tickets in his hand. The woman who agreed to go to the concert with him didn't appear. The concert was going to begin within several minutes. A security guard at the gate started chatting with me, who was walking past the venue, and suggested that I fill in. So I filled in. It was a great concert, and the said man invited me for many restaurant meals and insisted on buying me a birthday gift even though I was like 'nah there's no need, it's only a birthday.'
Then Professor Catherine Hakim and I wrote to each other. She said, I am so beautiful.
I was watching one or two documentary films about Mr. Brandon Wade. In the system, it is not always easy for guys to get romantic dates. I didn't know just how hard it was, for him- he was explaining that.
I boast of target fish as pets. They have been eating: biscuits, bread, other fish, crabmeat, clams, ants, flies, spiders, human tissue (my scab fell in), eggs, chicken, pork, beef, lamb, everything else... ... they swim explosively. My yellowfin seabreams, as pets, are also explosive swimmers.