Tinder SB are kind of ruining the game. Too many men are telling me not to ask them for money before I even try. We gotta reformat.
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Tinder SB are kind of ruining the game. Too many men are telling me not to ask them for money before I even try. We gotta reformat.
Reading back about my relationship with S and seeing how it’s evolved. We’re in a basic open relationship and he’s not at all my SD. The open relationship piece comes from the dead-ended promises he will make to not sleep with anyone else the minute I’m away. It’s like, dude, I’m cool with it. I’m too traumatized to be in love again the way I was. But I do really love him. While he’s not my SD and will not fund things like getting my nails done and hair done, he provides me with the most critical things like shelter, he’ll drop on emergency bills, he’ll drop on things he thinks are important like a new coat and getting my brakes fixed, and I eat whatever I want whenever I want. He offers to pay for my education but I don’t need that.
It’s going down; I’m yelling Tinder
Now, I’m not going to front like I’ve ever had a “real” sugar daddy, because I haven’t. However, I am extremely smart and have noticed that things for me have changed since I began doing this in December, and I’ve recently caught (and kept) the attention of two whales, I’m going to give advice that has helped me immensely become a more experienced SB.
All of this is advice anyone can use, honestly. It’s about what comes out of your mouth, and how these men may perceive you in the beginning. Basic communication.
Why I began sugaring? Because I’m tired of being broke.
In the beginning: I had prepared, but not enough, for what I was indulging in. Seeking Arrangement was not working for me, at all. Craigslist gave me decent men here and there, but most of them were creepy guys or guys that had already responded to my ads a million times. SugarDaddie never really worked, and I’m pretty sure most of the profiles on that site are fake. Freestyling I’ve never even covered, because I have crippling social anxiety.
Tinder has, and always will be, the best medium I’ve used to sugar. That’s where I’ve met my whales and true potentials.
As of late: Seeking Arrangement is still garbage, CL is dry, SDaddie I don’t even mess with, and freestyling remains the same.
Tinder remains the medium in which I get better results. I talk to these men the same way I’d talk with a vanilla.
Back when I began: I’d constantly get asked things like, “what do I get out of things?”.
No one has even mentioned such to me lately. I’d have a copy paste saying shit like,
“Hi x! I like x, y, z, and I am seeking a f, g, h. I don’t have a lot of time to date/don’t date guys my age/etc. Let me know if this is something that you are interested in.”
It wasn’t working for me, and I was receiving results from guys that weren’t material for what I was even looking for. Also, Tinder had already froze two accounts of mine, and I didn’t want there to be a third.
I was simply spewing what I had to offer, but after a while, after too many CL responses of men giving me the ultimatum of sending my photos or facing a waste of time, I decided that I was the boss.
These men are here for me, not the other way around. So, I cut my losses, and changed my attitude.
So, on Tinder, instead of messaging men, I decided to let them come to me. I decided to make it so easy and transparent for them to know what it is that I am seeking. My most recent profile went along the lines of the following:
City I live in. University of X grad, class of Y.
Things you enjoy doing.
Adjective about yourself, adjective about yourself, and adjective about yourself SB.
If I am swiping in your city, I will be there next/I’m coming for you/insert projected dates of trip.
My entire point was to put SB SOMEWHERE in my profile. Not sugar baby, but SB. So, when a man asks me, “Where you from/what are you looking for/school, etc.,” I can tell if they have even read my profile in the first place, and also saves a lot of small talk, bullshitting, and time. There are some men that say that they aren’t looking for gold diggers/SBSD, and it’s only fair to be upfront if that is your thing.
Also, when they ask the questions above, you can hit them with the “did you read my profile?” in a playful way, to make them feel stupid. If they ask what a “SB” is, I unmatch. I do not entertain it for another second.
None of my photos were really risque, except for the first one. It caught the attention of many, many men. The rest were all of me, headshots, because I didn’t have body photos that didn’t cut my head off in the “square” cropping.
NOTE: Men are visual creatures, I get it, and I said fuck that because I’m unconventional, and it worked for me. I’d still suggest putting out photos of your body, if you can. It will save you one of my steps.
So, now you’ve matched and he begins to speak to you. Now what do you say, what do you do?
I suggest remaining in control of the conversation, at all times. This way he will see you are not acting flakey, and also gives you control over how much you get to learn in the beginning, and about what, who gets to talk more, and very importantly, what their career choice is. It also shows him that you want to know the man, himself, and when money talk comes he cannot say that’s the only things you are interested in.
Did they have a fun day/weekend? If it’s a weekday, I ask if they are being productive, this gives me incentive to ask what they do for a living, without it coming “out of the blue” (a past mistake.). When they answer, I respond with my own job, saving them a line. Depending on their profession, I either continue speaking, or cut it.
Now, this only applies to people like me who are after men primarily 45+, but somewhere in the mix I always ask the man if they always date a woman 20 something years younger than them. This will say a lot, as a SB, as what he responds with could be a red flag, or signs of experience.
If he says yes, you can ask him how it worked out.
If he says no, personally, I consider it cut at that point, but don’t always write them off. Most men want a younger woman, but someone in the past had incentive to date this man. Why?
I always mention myself that I prefer older men, don’t have interest in dating men my age, so he can get rid of that deep down feeling that I’m just doing this “for the money.”
If he says shit like, “yes, I once dated a woman around your age, and we had a lot of fun together. We would go out, dance, shoot the shit, and have amazing sex. Unfortunately, we broke up, she moved away/wanted other shit/other bullshit”
I cut it. Nothing in there mentions helping her, or doing anything not vanilla. He’s probably vanilla.
Now, if they bring up, “what are you looking for?”, what I do is similar to what I read from @sugardaddyjournal. In this post, he explains an outline of how to tell a man you are looking for a SD. I don’t quote that verbatim.
In fact, I can’t believe I am saying this, but you should never quote any advice from a Tumblr blog or otherwise, verbatim. A bunch of other girls are already doing it. Don’t copy and paste shit. If you have issues with thinking for yourself, and basic communication, I would highly suggest getting that worked out before pursuing any of this.
I ONLY tell them what I am seeking, when they ask me, or when they are getting closer to asking me on a date. What I say:
To be completely honest, POT, I am looking for an ongoing relationship with a man that can enhance my life, and is happy to do so. If being a SD is not your thing, I understand! But, that is what I am looking for.
STRESS “ONGOING RELATIONSHIP”. Many men use SB as another word for “escort” and may be looking for just that. If you’re not okay with p4p, I suggest stressing “ongoing relationship”.
Now, if he has done it before, this is the part where he brings that up, or he brings up how he does not need to “pay for sex”/”gets pussy all day blah blah blah. If it’s the latter, cut it.
If it’s the former, I immediately derail from that and go back to him. What does he like to do? Where is he living? Has he ever been to your hometown? Get to know the damn man.
WHAT I DO NOT DO ON TINDER:
I do not bring up allowance. Ever.
Mainly my paranoia of becoming reported again, but I just don’t do it. I judge by his profession and history of being a SD if he is true potential. It’s still pretty early to ask about that, as I would be upset if he asked about sex and shit that soon as well. Somewhere between meeting and the meet and greet, I suggest having that talk. Just not over Tinder.
Now, another thing that I mention about myself, to be safe.
I tell them my body type. I’m a size 14, Coke bottle/figure 8 shape, with 36E breasts and a round ass. To some many men this shit matters. This is a superficial line of sex work. If a guy only dates women a certain type, cut it. I am highly intelligent, educated, and am loyal to a fault. If a man doesn’t see that because of my size, he isn’t worth my time.
I say,
Just so we are on the same page, POT, do you have any reservations about voluptuous/bigger/curvy/fat/skinny/colored (yes, this matters to some as well) women?
If he doesn’t care, I’ll feel dumb but relieved. If he isn’t into it, he probably will dry up, or lie about it, to be honest. All the same, cut it.
From there, take note of everything that he says. How does he speak to you?
This is universal. If a man speaks to me in any of the following ways…
Extremely sexual, asking for tons of photos, nude photos, dirty talk, or general time wasting
Asks “how much are you looking for?” and does not budge
Extremely overbearing in talking to you, but does not talk about helping you, or even showing interest in doing so
I cut it.
One, it’s sexual harassment to ask me sexual shit when I don’t know you from a hole in the wall. If they ask for pictures, I ask for money. Quid pro quo. Fuck their feelings.
Two, if he has been a SD in the past, he should be willing at some point to tell you how he plans to benefit your life, and that is also regarding an allowance. I always tell them that I cannot be trusted to write a number on a blank proverbial check, because I do not know their means. When that doesn’t work, I tell them a number “in the mid-to-upper 4-digit range”, or tell them a specific number I received in the past. If he won’t take it, he can’t afford you.
Three, guys like that are probably more vanilla and lying about wanting to be a SD, or want to “spoil” you with mediocre gifts here and there.
Voila. This is how I sift through the bullshit. It’s a much clearer way of avoiding the long game, and avoiding being “too quick”.
The most important part of this entire post
Now, I will reiterate that if you cannot speak for yourself, and cannot communicate adequately, you will waste your time. You should not be asking your peers things like “what do I say when he asks what I’m looking for?” “what should I ask as an allowance?” “if a man is asking for nudes, what do I do?”
You should already know what you are looking for, and not looking to another SB, who is in another place in life, for the answers to what you should have decided in the first place. You should not be looking to strive for things other people have worked for. They look differently, speak differently, walk, talk, have a totally different personality, etc. You can’t be someone that you are not. You have to be confident in who you are because these men can smell the bullshit and weakness.
If you really can’t figure it out, treat the man like you would any cute vanilla boy. It might be easier to charm his pants off this way.
Don’t let the luxe porn and money shots fool you, this shit will not happen overnight, two nights, months or even a year. You have to work for it, and deal with a lot of bullshit. Patience will always help you in the end, because a lot of this is truly luck.
How to Care Less about what Other People Think
1. Know what matters to you, personally – what you stand for, and what your values are.
2. Don’t be anxious about breaking social norms. The more often you do this, and go against the flow, the less it will bother you to simply be yourself.
3. Decide not to live as a people pleaser, or to get upset and take rejection personally.
4. Hang out with people who are self confident, who know what they believe in, and what they want from life. You’ll find their self-confidence will rub off on you, too, and you’ll start to worry less about what other people think.
5. Working on becoming more competent in the skills and areas that matter to you. That will naturally enhance your self confidence, and develop a self image that is strong and positive.
6. Travel, or spend time with lots of different people. That will show you how diverse attitudes and outlooks are. That is, there’s no one way of being – so find, and be, yourself.
Inayah Lamis
I'm still here, everyone. S and I are in a full-blown relationship and I'm enjoying emotions of love with him. There is not an allowance involved. He contributes in a way that he's supposed to. We're everything short of a joint bank account. I met a man on Ashley Madison and I need you babes to be beware. More on that in a minute!
I feel really good. I feel like something great is about to happen. I feel grateful for where I am right in this moment and I look forward to what is going to wait for me on the other end of this intense testing of my faith.
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S-- Annoying AF Pt. 2
S– Annoying AF Pt. 1
So I leave the room. I take my computer and I leave the room. I wanted to clear my head and wait for him to enter so we could rehash the discussion. But I was not going to enter onto his turf (I mean the entire place is his turf but I wasn't going to present myself where he wasn't moving) to restart the conversation.
When he walked into the bedroom, I asked him if he wanted to rehash. He wanted to.. passively.
"What's on your mind?" he asked.
"I want to know what your thoughts are."
He was confused. Appalled. "I thought we reached an understanding. You want to talk more so tell me what's on your mind."
The classic You-Have-the-Problem.
"Do you think you're passive aggressive?" I asked.
"No." He was sure of himself.
"So you don't think that out there was passive aggressive?"
He smiled. "What out there?"
"You don't think playing music loudly while I'm watching television is inconsiderate?"
He chuckled nervously. Surprisingly, he admitted to his actions though. "I mean I was still a little angry. I was trying to zone myself into my videos."
"Don't ever end a discussion until you're satisfied," I told him.
Yes, that was an order. Or do end the discussion and try to fuck with me afterward. I will leave.
So then we jumped into the rehashing.
I haven't gotten into the constant sexist statements he makes. He tells me he used to commonly make women-hate statements while he was in relationships due to a bad breakup but this is not a thing of the past. The "So is this what you women do?" and the "All women are emotional" drive me absolutely nuts. So I told him.
"I just think it's an overstatement to make declarative statements about men and women. I don't think you're a sexist person; I think your opinions are just sexist. I’m just going to not engage with the sexist comments unlike the way you want me to. I hope you understand that."
Next up was his many female friends.
A few weeks ago, he told me he talked on the phone with a friend of his earlier. I know he has two friends who he mentions by name so I asked, "Oh, who was it?" He smirked immediately. I withdrew interest because I'm not about the games.
So I mentioned this to him. I told him, "I feel like you sometimes try to fit me into this stereotypical box. 'Women argue about the toilet seat. Women love their creams! Women are always competitive with other women.' Well I don't care at all who you're friends with. I just wanted to know which friend you were talking to since you usually mention them by name."
"Oh you know what? I think I was just embarrassed because I forgot her name. I had just gotten off the phone with her and you asked me her name and my mind went totally blank and--"
I sighed and covered my face. "That's the.. silliest.. excuse.. I've ever.. heard in my life."
"It's true!" he laughed. "Like, I told you I had just talked to her and then you asked me for her name and I went totally blank."
"But why would I care that you forgot? Why not just say, 'Oh I forget but she's someone I met at the so-and-so.'"
"I think I was so embarrassed that that's how I responded."
Lying is so second-nature to him, he convinces himself.
"Well it felt like you were jealousy-shaming me. And I don't get jealous so if you're trying to get a reaction out of me when you're talking about your female friend drama or showing me all the girls you follow on Instagram, I'm literally gonna continue to react the way I've been reacting-- super passively."
Lastly, we covered the need to have the conversation in all. I told him I didn't expect him to read my mind and that is why I verbalize. "The problem is that you choose to ignore my requests sometimes so I rely on you reading my body language. Like I know you feel me remove your hands from my body yet you go ahead and place your hands back on the same spot sometimes. Your telling me I must not know men was a little offputting. Like, I try to respect your space as much as I can. All you have to do is respect my space and my space is just my body."
"You're right but you have to verbalize your requests. I'm sorry. Men are just dense sometimes."
"My issue isn’t verbalizing it; it's having to verbalize over and over again."
He understood then. I was sure of it.
"And I mean I don't like verbalizing to be completely honest."
"Why?"
An opportunity for him to pick apart the precarious psychology of a woman.
"Because it's tense," I said.
"It doesn't have to be tense," he reassured me.
He began to say something about him not being my ex-husband but I interrupted him. Eye roll.
"This conversation right now isn't tense?" I asked.
He thought for moment and smirked. Yes-- while you sit in your reluctance to rehash our last conversation and while you sat in your passive aggression out in the living room, me verbalizing was not tense?
"Okay this is a little tense,” he admitted. “Okay I hear what you're saying. I will do better at hearing you the first time." But he needed one last word. "But you're gonna have to give me some time with the hugging because I honestly don't even think of it. It's just imprinted in my brain."
"I can't accept that. Like I'm not in here rearranging things and redesigning things."
"I mean you do things that annoy me."
"Like what?" I asked.
He didn't think we should get into it and I agreed. It was late.
"Well the thing is that we’re dealing with my body so not respecting my wishes can turn into a feeling violation. So you're gonna have to try hard."
He said, "As a matter of fact, why don't you set the tone? I won't touch you until you--"
I stopped him right there. "No, because I’m not going to rewrite our comfort level with each other. Just stop rubbing your hands all over me before and after I take a shower and stop trying to engage me with your female friend drama and your sexist opinions."
Sounds simple right?
With how easily my last relationship ruined my life, I am not interested in allowing him to infiltrate my mood anymore. He doesn’t even know how his behavior affects other people. He doesn’t take responsibility for anything unless it reflect his development into manhood-- the most supreme accomplishment a man could accomplish. The “What’s your biggest weakness?” interview question.
I’m going to spend one last week here and then I’m traveling for work again at which point I’ll return to my home and slowly distance myself from him.
Ugh, getting back into the bowl is going to suck.
S-- Annoying AF Pt. 1
I am so sick of S it's not even funny. No, I'm not PMSing, no I'm not in some way emotionally hurt by him, no this is not a drill.
Every single last one of his statements are predictable.
A: When he opens his Instagram, I know he's going to show me some stupid meme and ask, "So would you do that?"
B: When he turns on a talk show clip, I know he's wanting to get into some debate about women versus men.
C: When the women he claims are girls he's dated that he's agreed to be friends with call, I know any indication that my attention is piqued excites him.
So I've done the following:
Scenario A: “What makes you want to ask me if I want to buy a paddle board?” He’ll say, “Well I may I want to paddle board and want you to join.” I’ll say, “If you want a paddle board and you want me to join, you should just say that. Because, to answer your question, I've never had a desire to buy a paddle board, no.”
Scenario B: “I feel like I know what your opinion on these topics are so I always respond with ‘I don't know’ because it's like we're having the same conversation over and over again.”
Scenario C: “I give you nonverbal cues all the time and, for some reason, you cling to the ones having to do with your female friends.” He’ll say, “It's because I’m learning how to pick up on your nonverbal cues.” The ones that excite drama you mean.
Lastly, you all know I am not affectionate. I was affectionate with him. And then I learned he’s clingy af. We got into the following argument tonight, leaving me feeling like I need to leave this man alone before he drives me insane!
So he's constantly hugging me from behind. That alone annoys me but what also annoys me is that I freeze up when he does and he chooses not to acknowledge it. Instead of expecting him to read my mind body language, I told him directly that I don't like being touched all the time.
Of course he doesn’t listen because I’m “young” and “open to love” and “not grumpy like older women.”
Phase Two was that I started to physically peel him away leaving him feeling rejected. Better than me feeling uncomfortable!
I entered the kitchen tonight as he was making spaghetti and he hugged me with his big ass fucking body and proceeded to kiss me on my face.
I pushed him away. I said, "We don't have to hug every time I enter the room."
With an onion in his hand and dumbfounded on his face, he said, "I was going to take you right here but okay.”
What?
I think he said this because we didn't have sex at all last week.
I figured he was biologically flaccid after hearing for the first time that I don’t necessarily need hugs all of the time. He seemed to feel awkward about that immediately after. He seemed to be trying to transition smoothly out of hugging me too much without feeling muted in his own apartment by hugging me facetiously excessively.
I didn’t want to snap at him so I grinned and bore it until he commented, "I'm trying to fuck with you right now. You're not responding."
That pissed me off.
Anyway, when the week ended, he danced in front of the television celebrating the chance for "sexy time." In that moment, I wasn't sure if the week was a test but I was sure him standing in front of the television and talking was a test.
That night, we had sex but he didn't finish because I asked him to stop giving me hickies on my neck. We talked about the lack of sex that week. He told me we didn't have sex simply because he wanted to get to work on time. Fair. But a lie based on his lack of character.
So with the statement about "taking me right here but okay" sounding like a "Your Loss" kind of statement, my nerves were agitated. He thinks sex is something he takes from me and rewards to me. I mean, am I mincing?
"You were gonna take me right here with the fire on high?" I asked.
"Yeah," he lied.
That is just what he does. He will not submit to the "crazy" of a woman and that is why he fails at all of his relationships.
"Well, I think the hyper-affection is turning me off. Like I don't even think I'd be interested in being intimate because I feel the affection is drowning my desire out."
He said, "We're honeymooning. That's what couples do."
I said, "Maybe I'm past the honeymoon stage."
"Well that's weird because women usually stay in it longer."
"You don't sense my body freezing up every time you hug me from behind every single time I get out the shower?"
“Well then you don’t know guys,” he chuckled.
“I guess not. So I’m just letting you know that I personally feel a objectified. Like I’m not here for your viewing and physical pleasure. For you to touch whenever you want.”
He pulled the “I feel rejected card.”
I said, “So this is not a personal attack on you. You understand I need boundaries right?”
“Well yeah but I get excited. I have this beautiful woman in my home and she’s here for me and she’s all mine. I like embracing and enjoying you.”
“I’m not all yours, S. Like my body doesn’t belong to you.”
“No, I know but..”
So skip his unnecessary self-saving fillers that ended with, “I mean, I could read minds some of the time but not all of the time.”
It was like a desperate attempt to get him to understand where I was coming from. I felt the way I felt when I was married-- fighting for my point to be indefinitely understood. Not so much fighting to be “right” but just understood, which carries the same feelings as feeling on the losing end of a rivaling argument. I knew I had to let it go.
I said, “I know you can’t read minds so I’m bringing it up. My not wanting to be touched all of the time is not a personal attack on you. I just have a little bit of a bubble that I need you to respect.”
He said, “Okay okay.” And then he asked me what was wrong.
I told him I didn’t feel he understood where I was coming from.
He said, “You’re always worried every argument is the end. Don’t worry about it. Go watch your show.”
After much hesitation, I did.
So we sit back down and his needy fucking ass is showing me every Instagram post he could pull up again. I am beyond sick of having to react to every comment he makes, everything he shows me, every joke he makes.
After hardly responding to his post whilst in the middle of my show that I was deeply interested in, he then began to watch loud meme videos.
Stay tuned in the next like fifteen minutes for how I reacted.
Back At S’
I've been away with little to no service and now I'm back at S' apartment relaxing. I'm meeting his kids tonight. They are older than I am-- nerveracking for me, not a big deal for S and his children probably.
Last time I wrote, I was PMSing and he was annoying tf out of me. And then I left town for work and missed him terribly.
As soon as I got back, I was all over that Google Voice. Sure, he gave me an entire hanger rack and made room for my shoes and filled the fridge up with all my favorites. But I wanted to know who was here to not see my shit.
Boring Valentine's Day greetings. A month-long strictly sexual dialogue between a woman and him ending with her asking him to join her in some arts and crafts event. He screenshot and forwarded it to one of his friends.
Finally, the fuck up: He slept with this one woman twice while I was gone.
He gives her money. She lives in a shelter.
Well, there are greater things to be grateful for. I'm gonna weigh in here.
My ex-husband was territorial with me, did not have the kind of hobbies that turned me off, and maintained the kind of conversation that turned me on. He was unfaithful which I thought we'd get though but he unfortunately ended up leaving me proving to me that his fears came before me and he was nothing but a punk little bitch.
S plays video games, plays with women's hearts, and is a little annoying. But he buys me whatever I want,he adamantly makes me feel like the only one he's concerned about, and he publicly proclaims that he's with me. When I'm alone with him, he is mine. As well as when I'm not alone with him (judging by the nature of his side-conversations). He's posted me to his Instagram and I've only actually seen him play video games twice. There's just something to balance out this thing we have going.
The bottom line is that not only is no one is perfect; every situation is specifically different. Secret infidelity might be a dealbreaker for some but not me. Open infertility maybe but that depends on the discussion that unpacks that. But as of right now right this second, I'd rather be mostly exclusive with my happiness the center of someone's world than extremely connected with someone who is going to cheat on me with his fears.
Now as I write this, I wonder myself, "Does he truly respect me? Don't I want someone who doesn't need a reminder that his emotions are half-invested?" I do. So what if I half-invest too? I think you could have it all and your spouse will still leave you and destroy all the memories you shared. I think S loves me just as much as I love him. I’ve been having dreams about my ex-husband-- him telling me he’s getting remarried, sleeping with him on the low-low, his family laughing at me sleeping with him on the low-low.
And I think, most importantly, that getting a relationship exactly where you want it to be takes times. That includes things that are supposedly a given like initial exclusivity. My headspace is that we both want each other and we're getting there before we're ready sort of like reservations for a seat we don't need. I have confidence that we will be totally exclusive as he tells his girls they need a get a job or flat out leaves them on read.
I think rushing each other for "relationship things" that we want will tarnish the relationship. I'm not perfect. I'm still divulging his private business to you all. So I'm enjoying myself. We're enjoying each other. We're standing on the unknown and I really hope this hope doesn't end.
More on my daily routine later. I’m going to the gym.
Still alive, you guys. New post cumming soon.