sugar daddy, sugar daddy, come out and play!

Lately, I’ve developed an obsession for older men. This daddy complex seems to have sprung out of nowhere, almost overnight. I’ve never really been the type drawn to older men. If anything, I think I’ve always shunned older men. I fancy myself a cougar, long before the term was adopted. Im not even sure when I started noticing older men and much to my surprise, liking what I saw. I would say sometime within the last 2 years, however, its definitely picked up speed once I started commuting to work via train. I find myself constantly surrounded by these older, and incredibly attractive, men. Maybe it’s the fact that Im no longer a young spring chicken myself (I am heading towards middle age...or wait, am I already there?). Or maybe it’s the fact that way down inside, I have a deep, deep need to be taken care of....that after years of being Ms. Independent Woman and doing it on my own (completely overrated, I now belatedly realize), im just TIRED and drained, down to my very soul. Life has beat me down, kicked my ass, chewed me up and spit me out. I just want someone to wrap their arms around me, be strong for me and just tell me its ok, they will take care of me [some religious folks would argue here that that’s what God is supposed to do, but after 7 years of seeking that in church, I feel emptier, lonelier and angrier than ever, so I beg to differ on this point]. Im not strong anymore and maybe I never was. I guess that’s the appeal about these silver-haired devils. Men in their 50’s. They’re settled, mature, full of wisdom and life experience. There’s a calmness and a peace about them that only comes from weathering life’s storms and still making it to the other side in one piece. I long for that stability and security in my own life. I long to be treated like a special princess. No one has ever treated me like that. Not even my own father. And certainly not any of the losers and mofos I’ve dated. They never did anything good to me, for me, or by me. They can all burn in hell together forever as far as im concerned. but where was I? ahhhh yes...sugar daddies. The ones I particularly fancy are the ones that still got it together..white-collar suit types...who wear nice expensive suits...and have a naughty spark twinkling in their eyes. Still got hair, with silver tones all over or maybe just at the temples...silver scruff on their faces...oh yum...and are looking for a sugar baby to adopt. Well helloo here I am!
Unfortunately for me, most of the ones I’ve seen on the train sport the gold band. Which is why I haven’t made a move on anyone..yet. I carefully watch for that flash of gold..ready to pounce on the first band-less sugar daddy I spot, like a cheetah on a dying zebra. or something to that effect. Come out, come out wherever you are...Surely there must be dating websites that cater to this? I must look into this at once!