Ah, India—a land of colour, chaos, and cab fares. I’ve been here for a few months now, and due to some, shall we say,
geopolitical inconveniences (aka, being indefinitely stranded due to the War), I thought, "Why not write about my escapades here?" So, here I am, kicking off with a tale about one of my favourite encounters—let's call it "The Saga of Tanya."
The Accidental Sugar Baby Reunion
I first crossed paths with Tanya back in 2019 through Seeking Arrangement (ah, SA, the subtle Tinder for high-flying ‘arrangements’). However, life being what it is, we never actually met. Fast forward to 2024, and I found myself bored, stranded, and very much in need of company. Reaching out to old contacts, I reconnected with Tanya. She informed me she was no longer in the sugar baby game (retired, I guess), but as fate would have it, we hit it off during our chat, and she agreed to meet me for coffee.
Now, here’s where things get interesting. Tanya lived far,
far away, like “other side of the planet” far, and as a gentleman, I offered to cover her cab fare. Easy, right? Wrong. The entire cab journey was a running commentary on how she hoped I wouldn't stand her up. “Please, don’t disappear!” she pleaded, repeating it like a mantra. Normally, such repeated assurances would have driven me bonkers, but there was something so
charmingly naive about her that I found myself smiling at her neurotic innocence.
A Million Bucks in a Banged-Up Hatchback
I arrived early at the meeting point (pats self on the back for punctuality). When she finally showed up, stepping out of the
most banged-up hatchback I’d ever seen, I nearly fell over. This girl was dressed like she’d just stepped off a runway—glamorous, gorgeous, and totally out of place in that poor excuse for a vehicle. The security guards gave me the
"we know what this is" look as though we were in the midst of some clandestine affair. I ignored them, opened the car door for her (naturally), and offered my hand. Off we went to the restaurant, hand in hand like we’d been doing this for years.
Now, being the romantic I am, I wanted the window table, but of course, there was a wait. No worries. A bit of sweet talk later, and I managed to secure us a temporary booth. And then... it began.
Tanya, the Loud Talker
Within five minutes of sitting down, it became clear that Tanya didn’t exactly grasp the concept of
inside voices. Oh no, she was talking at a volume that could have easily filled a football stadium. We were in a fine dining restaurant, no less, where people whispered as if they were guarding national secrets. I, of course, was mildly mortified, but seeing her nervous energy, I chalked it up to first-date jitters. I ordered us some wine (though she’d never had any before) and braced myself for more loud revelations.
To my surprise, she actually gave the wine a go. She even managed to down two glasses, much to my amusement. And by the time our coveted window table became available, she was tipsy, bubbly, and utterly delightful.
When I helped her up to move tables, all eyes in the restaurant turned toward her. Well, who could blame them? She was, quite frankly, a
showstopper. Even a group of 40-something ladies nearby couldn’t stop staring, their expressions a mix of envy and admiration. Sensing her discomfort, I casually took her hand again—this time without asking—and guided her to our new table with a confident arm around her waist. (Later, she told me that move “melted her”... a minor victory for chivalry, I’d say.)
The Proposal and the Hotel Room Adventure
After a fabulous dinner and her generous consumption of wine, I decided to try my luck. I casually suggested that since we had more wine left, we could always go back to my hotel and finish it in peace. To my utter delight, she said yes.
Back in my room, there was no last-minute resistance, no coyness—just full-on, red-hot chemistry. Without diving into too much detail (because we’re all civilised here, right?), let’s just say Tanya was everything you could hope for in an encounter—an excellent kisser, amazing at BBBJ, and
super duper tight. So much so that she was genuinely screaming in pain during our first round. Oops.
We went a couple of rounds before she passed out, leaving me to enjoy the morning sunshine alone. I let her sleep in while I went down for breakfast. When I returned, she was awake, looking far too adorable for someone who just survived a night of, well,
vigorous activity. As I was getting ready for some meetings, she kissed me goodbye—one of those kisses that makes you forget the entire concept of time.
Naturally, we had another quickie by the wall before I dashed off, fashionably late.
The Phone Request—And the $1,000 Surprise
Here’s where things took an unexpected twist. After several lovely conversations and a blossoming connection, Tanya messaged me a few days later. She didn’t ask for money, but instead, she dropped a little request—she needed a phone. Now, I’m not one to just hand out gifts, but Tanya was... well, special. So, I thought, “Why not?”
But here’s the kicker—I was expecting her to ask for a reasonably priced phone, something in the $400-$500 range. Oh no. Sweet, innocent Tanya requested a phone that cost $1,000. A bit rich for my blood, to be honest.
And so, dear readers, the saga of Tanya continues, but for now, I remain torn between fond memories and a slightly lighter wallet. Until next time, remember: sometimes even the best-laid plans come with a hefty phone bill.
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