It started off as a joke but I ran with it. My roommate and I were supposed to be studying for our exams but we instead got distracted by a conversation nearby.
“My friend got paid $500 just to go to dinner with him.”
WHAT? Free food AND you’re getting paid to eat and hang with some guy? SIGN ME UP!
Plus I have a Victoria’s Secret addiction. Every email about a sale or deal they’re having is just a tease and my poor credit can’t take it anymore.
What did I need to do to get that?!Become a sugar baby, apparently. A friend of mine who arrived later filled me in on what I needed to do. I needed to make a profile on a website, fill out my profile and express what I wanted. The website itself advises you not to use your real name. So, I made up a fake one to express my love for the Italian culture…and their food.
I had to wait to be verified by the website and once I was, I started browsing for a sugar daddy.
Most of the men were in my area but their ages were not my typical preference. Ranging from 27 to 65. I found myself both disgusted and intrigued. The bios and the net-worths had me in awe; one million to 5 million and they’re in my area?! Most men wanted to start off with a date or two to get to know you but it quickly escalated to a need for intimacy — sex if we’re being blunt; but wouldn’t that make me a prostitute? HA. NO THANK YOU.
I spent, at most, a few days on the site looking for one sugar daddy that was ok with no intimacy. My hope faded and I logged off. Although I got notified everyday anytime someone looked at or favorited my profile.
In the end, I don’t think I could ever sleep with someone older than my mother and get paid to do it. So, for now, I’m sugar daddy-less. For now…