As we waited for the check, I puzzled over how to delicately ask about finances. I knew it would be rude to simply ask what he had in mind in terms of an allowance, but there didn’t seem to be much of a way around it. By the time we walked out, I had decided on what I needed to do.
Even though I only lived a few blocks away, Tony insisted on giving me a ride home. He had gotten a parking ticket during our meal and wasn’t in the best mood, but it was now or never. As he pulled up to my apartment building, he abruptly declared that he would like to see me again. I was surprised; was he just oblivious to my annoyance, or was I just that good at concealing it?
But I was glad that he had been so blunt. This gave me the opportunity I needed.
“I’d like to see you again too,” I lied, “but what were you looking for from this arrangement? I mean what kind of allowance were you thinking of providing?”
“What?” said Tony, “Allowance?”
“Yes,” I said, “I posted an advertisement for a sugar daddy. That means an allowance, or at least some kind of compensation. Shoes or jewelry could also work, but I think an allowance is probably simpler.”
If the car’s motor hadn’t been running, you could have heard a pin drop.