Bimbo Diary: Not-So-Big-Daddy

Life is full of twists and turns. That goes double for Second Life where anything can and will happen. Especially when you’re a bimbo who doesn’t exactly plan things out. What am I saying? I got thrown a couple curve balls this week.

Knocked Up

I took a pregnancy test. Positive. I threw it out. Took another. Positive. Fuck. That explained why I was so emotional. It might even explain why I have been so aroused. You know what they say. Pregnant girls can’t get enough. Maybe that’s why I can’t stop thinking about growth.

Well, I was going to be growing all right. Big and round. I didn’t need Maury to tell me who the father was. Daddy Cal had been trying to knock me up for weeks. He was absolutely obsessed with the idea of me as his pregnant trophy wife.

When I didn’t show him enough attention, he married an alt. I assume the intent was to make me jealous. If so, it was a wasted effort. I repeatedly told Cal that I didn’t care about monogamy in Second Life. I wasn’t going to be exclusive to him and I didn’t want him to be exclusive to me. That’s not how I roll.

I’m not going to claim I know Cal well enough to analyze the guy. It was very important to him that people knew we were together. He begged me to take pictures of us together and post them to my Flickr account. It was one thing for him to post pictures of us together. But it was more powerful if he got me to do it.

My best guess is that all of this was about ego. Cal considered me to be the sexiest Second Life girl on Flickr. Can you blame him? He wanted me all to himself. Partnered. Pregnant. Anything that signified that he owned me. It’s also very possible that he wanted to punish me somehow. But I don’t want to read into things too much.

A New Life?

One morning, Daddy Cal sent me some money as a show of good faith. He was trying to win me back after I told him I would never partner him. Money is the way to a bimbo’s heart. I can always be bought. He wanted pictures of us in bed. So I went over to his place to snap a couple photos.

Afterwards, I felt different. I could just sense it. (My mama alpa HUD helped.) I found myself crying for no reason. So I went to the drug store and bought some pregnancy tests. There was no denying it. I was pregnant,

I went back to Cal’s place. And mother fucker! He was in bed with his wife, Stefi. I marched into the bedroom and told Cal he was going to be a daddy. He tested me right there on the spot. Because in Second Life, you can do that. And sure enough, he was the father!

Stefi took the news well. Like, really really well. She just got up, dissolved their partnership and left. Why? Because Stefi was another alt. It was so weird. Cal kept “marrying” himself and posting pictures proclaiming his undying love only to cheat on himself with me and other girls.

I went into this with a great deal of skepticism. But I thought we could probably play out my pregnancy. I went shopping for maternity stuff but I didn’t buy anything. I was going to wait and see before investing any Lindens into a pregnancy that might not last.

That night, I broke the news to my partner. At first, Darden was reluctant. We are in an open relationship, but this felt like it might be a step too far. Cal reached out while we were talking. I told him he’d have to wait until Darden and I sorted things out.

Darden always supports me. This was no different. I’m sure she didn’t love the idea but she didn’t want to stand in the way of my fun or income. Her initial concern was that Cal was pressuring me. Once she realized I was fully in control of the situation, she was on board.

Baby Daddy

The next day, I was cautiously optimistic that this could work. I was kind of looking forward to playing out the pregnant wifey role. It was something I have never done before. That good feeling didn’t last long. Cal sent me a message. He wanted to talk about my “partnership situation.”

On some level, I got it. He was trying to present a certain image. We were going to be a “power couple”. He landed what he considered to be the most desirable woman in Second Life and he wanted to show me off. The fact that I was partnered to someone else didn’t support his narrative.

But hey, he didn’t have to agree to it. I had been consistent since the beginning that I was never going to leave Darden. If partnership was a deal breaker, he never should have made the deal. I suspect his plan was to keep pressuring me until he got his way. That was never going to work.

We met up at his place that night and at first everything was normal. Then suddenly he announced he was going for a run in real life. He would be back in a half hour. So I left and did some shopping. I knew what I wanted so I wasn’t gone long.

When I got back, I had some time on my hands. So I changed outfits and started setting up some pictures. I’m always taking pictures. Then I noticed a girl walking around the house.

Aria was supposed to be Cal’s daughter. I’d seen them in bed together, but Cal insisted it wasn’t like that. Of course I’d also seen pictures Cal posted on Flickr. Pictures of his avatar having sex with Aria. Yuck.

Of course I knew right away that Aria was another alt. Cal was playing out another one of his weird scenarios. This one was very one-note. Aria kept telling me that Cal was going to leave me. I played along. Nice step mom. That sort of thing. I wasn’t sure what he was trying to do here.

After a while “Cal” showed up but he didn’t talk to me. Instead, Aria told me that I was a gold digger and Cal was going to ban me. Of course I’m a gold digger! I never specifically asked for money. But I wouldn’t have been there if I hadn’t been paid.

Cal was under no obligation to continue our arrangement. If he couldn’t afford to keep paying me or didn’t think he was getting his money’s worth, fine. Don’t pay me. But you don’t have to stage some elaborate break-up scenario. You really need to pretend to be someone else to end things with an escort?

I don’t know, dude. I don’t know. It feels to me like Cal wants to hurt women. Could be wrong, but that’s how it felt to me. He love bombs them. Partners them. And then cheats on them. Often with an alt.

I specifically told him there was nothing he could do that would hurt me. I didn’t want his faithfulness. I didn’t need his house. I have my own where I live with my partner. I don’t even need his money. It’s bimbo economics, baby. I’m a limited supply and there is excess demand.

Cal was clearly frustrated. I don’t blame him for that. Whatever he wanted, he wasn’t going to get it from me. I had been very upfront with that from the beginning. But I guess it was starting to sink in. He wasn’t going to own me. He couldn’t break me. We could have some fun, but that clearly wasn’t enough for him.

Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye

I was getting sick of Cal’s schtick. He kept cycling through the same script. In a few days, he’s send me a message telling me how my pictures made him so hard. He needed me. He’d beg to see me again. He’d done this several times over the last few months. I didn’t want to do it again.

So I told Cal this was his last chance. I knew Aria was an alt. We could talk about this honestly or I would block him. I gave him three seconds to respond. He did not. So I blocked him. Then Aria responded… surprise surprise. I offered “her” another three seconds. Then Aria was blocked.

Next I went to Flickr. Yes, there was a message waiting for me there. Blocked.

I suspect it won’t be long before someone else reaches out to me. It will be Cal under another account. But his money is no good anymore.

Good riddance, daddy.