Candy likes sugar daddies
It's the opening night of the interior design show and all the fabulous people are out in full force. People from several creative industries are here and enjoying themselves. Why wouldn't they? There's plenty of free bubbly for the gays and beer for the straights.
Amongst the crowd I spot Candy, a friend of mine and D's. He's one of those people who work out eight days a week, takes semi-nude and scandalous photos of himself and publishes them on Facebook so everyone can comment on how hot he looks (to inflate his ego, I assume).
The surprise isn't finding Candy there (he has no interest in interior design, let alone anything that enables him to have an interesting personality), but seeing who his date is. For someone who prides himself on being so hot, his man candy is more sugar daddy than hot tamale.
I don't care who he goes out with and I don't have an aversion to old people, but for a guy who flaunts himself to every other peacock around, this is who he chooses. And, he wasn't just old, but old, fat, balding, and definately going through a mid-life crisis of sorts since he was dressed like a 20-year-old. No wonder why Candy doesn't go out often: Witnesses.
I guess that's how Candy can afford the life he has. If the rent is due, you gotta work it like it was supposed to be paid yesterday.
Amongst the crowd I spot Candy, a friend of mine and D's. He's one of those people who work out eight days a week, takes semi-nude and scandalous photos of himself and publishes them on Facebook so everyone can comment on how hot he looks (to inflate his ego, I assume).
The surprise isn't finding Candy there (he has no interest in interior design, let alone anything that enables him to have an interesting personality), but seeing who his date is. For someone who prides himself on being so hot, his man candy is more sugar daddy than hot tamale.
I don't care who he goes out with and I don't have an aversion to old people, but for a guy who flaunts himself to every other peacock around, this is who he chooses. And, he wasn't just old, but old, fat, balding, and definately going through a mid-life crisis of sorts since he was dressed like a 20-year-old. No wonder why Candy doesn't go out often: Witnesses.
I guess that's how Candy can afford the life he has. If the rent is due, you gotta work it like it was supposed to be paid yesterday.
Authored by S at 12:00 am
3 Comments:
If you were trying not to come across as a jealous bitter queen when writing this post, you failed. Miserably.
Mind of Mine could hit the nail on the head
maybe they are in love? i still believe.
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