I will never forget that Friday evening when, with a growling stomach, I registered on a millionaire dating site to find myself a Sugar Daddy.
I don't even understand why this solution didn't occur to me earlier, since I knew this luxury dating service existed.
On top of that, I used to work as a promoter several times in student jobs, and indeed it sometimes happened that I ended up in the client's bed, who rewarded my professional sales skills with a generous tip. It's also no minor detail that I love sex. I'm open to anything — though of course there are limits.
That Friday is when my fate turned for the better… By then I had barely eaten for days — I'm not exaggerating, that's really how it was — and I was completely desperate.
The day I decided: I'll be a Sugar Baby
So, that ominous Friday. I don't want to dwell too long on my woes — I'm listing them so you can see the difference between my life back then and now.
- I woke up to pouring rain. Of course the rented apartment was leaking again — water dripping placidly from the ceiling.
- Mid-morning, a new email: my application was rejected from the eighth place too, because I'm overqualified for the advertised role…
- At noon I slipped on the wet linoleum — divine luck that my ankle didn't dislocate, I just twisted it slightly.
- In the afternoon I had to listen for hours to the neighbor boy's drum solo. Thin panel walls… Need I say more?
- My mother also called, of course persuading me again to move home — there's work there, and no rent. Yeah… Move into the two-room family house and scrape by, into a job requiring an eighth-grade diploma when I have several degrees, this body and head? Then someday on never-day I could buy myself a measly apartment on credit… No way!
By evening I had my first Sugar relationship
Early evening I made coffee (I'm not the early-to-bed type), and I was just adding sugar — I like coffee fully sweet, with lots of milk — when the solution came to me.
I opened the laptop and typed: I'm looking for a wealthy male sponsor. It immediately returned a millionaire dating site. I even got a gift for registering!
I particularly liked that I can also earn money with my photos. I didn't want more for the moment, but I was immediately contacted by a Sugar Daddy — who additionally had a diamond membership — asking if I was free that night because he needed me to accompany him at a reception. Of course I was free! True, my ankle ached a bit in the heels, but the evening and night spent with the first Sugar Daddy made up for everything. Finally I was, literally, packed full with the things I had been missing for so long… Strawberries, champagne, caviar, and other gentlemanly indulgences. And I received a princely fee.
The Sugar relationship provides me with luxury — finally my life is carefree!
Since that last disgraceful Friday, I've been living the special, privileged, joyful and pleasurable everyday life of Sugar Babies. I have nothing else to do but be beautiful, desirable, smart, devoted and discreet, and prepare for the next date. And spend the money.
What can I say: my Sugar Daddies so far have been more than satisfied with me. This isn't a coincidence — I love this life, and on the dating site I'm presented to men who are looking for exactly the kind of partner I am. There's little chance of disappointment.
What's next?
I'm already learning a second new foreign language because I want to expand my opportunities: I want to reach other parts of the world, since where is there no demand for a good Sugar Baby? And I am one.
To summarize: Sugar relationships have allowed me to have a stable financial background. This has made me as balanced as never before.
I rent a huge luxury apartment — I can, I can afford it. I buy the most premium of everything, whether a product or a service. I can afford it.
The majority of Sugar partners are busy millionaire businessmen who need fast and perfect solutions. Well, it's not on me to fail.
