Sugar is a lifestyle. Some spend their lives avoiding it, others wake up searching for it. Yes, I am a Sugar Baby. My journey to become a Sugar Baby started last fall with my sister. With the divorce came freedom, and the traumatic experience gave me clearance to try new things.
I could sort of relate given my previous circumstance. After the success of my first date, my pursuit became Sugar. I found myself juggling 12 Sugar Daddies at one point. No matter the number of trailing zeros, I am always gracious. Take that as one of my sugar baby tips.
A steady allowance is only one goal of the lifestyle. A quid pro quo where we loan our beauty, charm, and youthful energy for money, power, and the opportunities that allow us to ascend a couple of rungs on the ladder of success. Not everyone is as sweet. Within minutes, I had responses. One follower even called a cab for me. One time, a Sugar Daddy took me on a style tour through the Garment District, feeding my passion for designer fashion. Another time I went on a day cruise to the Bahamas.
My Sugar Daddy and I rented a car exploring the islands together. The beauty was undeniable, but the trip exposed how incompatible we were. You need to keep up appearances, and never lose your temper past anything north of a cute pouty face. You are the perfect girlfriend, confidant, and friend. And the reward is addicting. I wake up in the morning, I log into my account and the work begins; searching for new potential sugar daddies, POTs as we call them on our personal blogs and social media.
Like students with homework, my sugar baby roommate and I peruse upscale lounges and bars attempting to master the craft of mingling with the elite. As is with any job, you have a role and are rewarded.
