My mom told me to start a blog. She said it would be therapeutic. I don’t think she meant this though. Whatevskis. I’m a college student dippin’ into the sugar bowl. Here's my take on being a sugar baby.
I’ve signed up for this sugar daddy dating site. I’ve never done something like this before. And…well dating is a misleading term. Mutually beneficial relationships. Yeah, they really are called that. It’s been interesting so far. Most are married and over 40. I love going through their profiles and how the guys always point out that they go to the gym regularly. Their topless photos don’t agree.
So anyways, I’m supposed to be meeting this new guy, we’ll call him G. G is the first guy I’ve actually considered being a potential sugar daddy. Either way, G is happily married with kids older than me. And still I’m flying out to meet him. Call me immoral, but I like his plastic and his personality isn’t too pushy. I like the idea of being a sugar baby. Call it a quest to become a rich man’s Barbie doll. Whatever, I’m getting paid. And I’ll get to travel.
