I have a few women in my life who are sugar babies besides me. And you would think that because I know some, that we all get together and talk sugar baby news, trade secrets, and tell stories. Well, far from it, that’s for sure! First of all they don’t know each other, of each other, and we certainly never sit around together discussing our sugar daddies.
The problematic situation that always arises when sugar babies start telling stories is just that, they start telling stories. Let’s face it; there aren’t that many sugar daddies to go around, especially if you are part of an internet dating site such as SugarSugar.com or the like. So, if you and your sugar baby girlfriends end up dating the same sugar daddies, it would make for quite a competitive sport if you end up doing it simultaneously. Then you would start vying for the same sugar daddy’s attention, and frankly, that just doesn’t bode well in sugar baby friendships. And I would never speak of the things that my sugar daddy does for me either. We then would start to break it down and tell each other of the things that our sugar daddy’s do for us, ending up in some sort of convoluted race to an unknown finish line, growing greedier and greedier til one or both of us lose that sugar daddy for good. All because of some stupid sport someone invented called “Fishing.”
My girlfriends always go fishing at a local high-end restaurant, hoping to catch that whale, or that large bass. Yeah, the bass reference is really not that appealing I know…But the whale, oh the whale! I dated a whale once; he purchased my new ta-ta’s and ran without ever touching them. I am not sure why, considering HE paid for them. That whale, boy, he said I was getting too close! Only because he tried to move me in with him, give me a car, and a new life… his choice, by the way.
I told one of my sugar baby girlfriends about that whale, so she went fishing at that same restaurant and caught her own. I wonder if the whales out there know that that place is where sugar babes go fishing for them, I wonder if they feel hunted. Well, whatever, it’s not like they’re being hung up to dry after a kill, sheesh!
They come to us by their own recognizance, aware of the dangers and small risks of dating a younger sugar baby who likes nice things…. I’m jus sayin