SAN FRANCISCO….HERE I COME
(….who’s your daddy….sugar…that is)

Good old San Francisco has a new feather for its urban cap having apparently become the     – Sugar Daddy- capital of the USA….or so they say.

Whether that should be another superlative for it is an open question. Still, things being what they are these days, I suppose that whatever can boost any kind of image for a city in today’s world is good for business. Bravo….San Francisco!

The reason it has achieved this ….er…distinction, is because some 3.5 out of a 1000 men in San Francisco and environs are sugar daddies of one kind or another (hmmm….how did they compute 3 ½ men…did Charlie Sheen one up his former show?). Concurrently this has created a pool of some 3000 potential “sugar babies” breathlessly waiting to test these men’s “sugar parenting” skill sets.

What’s different here is that these new –type sugar daddies aren’t just a bunch of horny old guys with fat wallets and fancy cars. No sirree, folks, these are 30 something stud muffins with fat wallets and fancy cars, knocking down $250K per year, heading for the one percent club, and eagerly willing to pay for love….in whatever places. All of which suggests that a lot of them have been watching too many re-runs of – Pretty Woman -.

Personally, I’d be much more inclined towards finding a kindly disposed cougar-type sugar mama willing to keep me in a manner to which I’d like to become accustomed; but, alas, my circumstances being what they are….not solvent enough to catch a sugar baby’s attention, and not young enough to grab a cougar sugar mama’s interest….I’m left out in the cold on both counts.

Oh well, I suppose I’ll just have to make do with the unqualified love and affection of either a Golden Retriever or a huggy Labrador. At least both of these are not….high maintenance.

Meanwhile, if I ever do hit it big with the Mega Lotto….San Francisco….here I come!

CENTURION