I had a successful unsuccessful sugar baby date on Saturday. You read that right… a successful unsuccessful sugar baby date. It started out well enough. I met her, as always, on SugarSugar.com thanks to one of my more response-generating sugar daddy personals (yes… I have more than one sugar daddy profile… I’ll explain why in another post, but there’s a good reason). And I took her to my go-to spot, a little out-of-the-way bar off one of the main bar districts in the city. So it’s a lively place, but not too lively. I take at least a girl or two there a week because I know everyone and everyone knows me. If she’s a keeper, and the kind of girl I want to have a mutually beneficial relationship, I can find a quiet corner for the two of us to get to know each other. And if she turns out to be “not my type,” I can keep us at the bar and keep entertained with the bartenders.
This sugar baby was a keeper… or she seemed to be. She’d been using the SugarSugar.com for a while, as well as seeking arrangement, a more spammy sugar daddy dating site. I like that in my sugar baby. I want a girl with experience. The millionaire dating game isn’t for newbies. They need to know what they’re here for because a sugar daddy relationship isn’t like their frat boy relationships of last year.
The problem was this sugar baby was too experienced. After a great night of chatting her up and drinking, I was starting to work the “let’s get heading back to my place” routine when she looked at me very soberly and said, “Look… I like you a lot. But you’re not the kind of guy I’m looking for right now. You’re just not flashy enough. And I know that the guys with the most money are generally the ones who don’t throw it in your face, but I want the guys who try too hard. I want a sugar daddy who thinks he needs to pick me up in a Rolls, take me to the fanciest restaurants, and all that other high-roller stuff.”
My style for millionaire sugar daddy dating is simple. I take my girls in cabs. We go to places I don’t have to wear a tie (or buy $500 bottles of $20 vodka). I want companionship in the places I want to be… not the place where I pretend to want to be seen. It’s not that I can’t afford that VIP liquor, the nice steak, or the fancy car. I just don’t need to play games about it. When I’m in the mood to take my Maserati to go get a $200 fillet, I’ll do that. But when I want to take a cab to hang out at a quiet dive bar, drink a Bud Light, and eat a burger, I’m going to do that, too. But at least this girl was honest. And we fucked. But I guess I won’t be seeing her again. Oh well… there are plenty of other fish in the sugar baby sea.