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Lets Talk Guys

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BEFORE YOU READ: Girls only, don’t say I didn’t warn you boys.

Now a days, technology has become such a strong part of sex. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking about vibrators, rather dating websites, Facebook, eharmony, Tinder, Blendr, seriously the list is long. It is so easy to add an application onto my phone, sign up, add a few pretty pictures and pick and choose some random guy who is more than happy to, how should I put it, fuck you.

WARNING: I’m not saying all guys are pigs, there’s quite a lot of very nice, genuine, decent guys. But I’m going to have to put it out there, a lot of you are pigs, or will be a pig during some stage of your life. Women, you’re no different too but replace pig with crazy bitch.

Now I wasn’t abused by a male relative or anything like that, I’ve just met so many guys who play the ‘nice guy role‘ all to help themselves not feel like an asshole, while completely screwing with my unguarded feelings. So over the many years of dealing with this, I’ve built a wall. I’m rude, straight forward and bossy, and apparently guys still like that. I tell them to take their pants off, they’ll do it. I tell them to put on my bright pink dress, they’ll do it. I tell them to make a fool out of themselves, they’ll still do it. I don’t understand why, maybe they think I will exchange all this for some sex, maybe they think they have the upper hand. Either way, rude, obnoxious and whiny works better than sweet, soft and cute.

So getting to the point, I don’t have one. I’m just fed up with assholes, nice guys who are really assholes, nice guys who act nice but are unintentionally assholes. It seems I prefer straight forward assholes. The guys who straight up will tell me, I just want sex and I’m going to use you for it. See that’s okay with me. At least he’s warned me, no feelings get in the way. But the ones who talk to you, get to know you, give a little about themselves to you, take you out for lunch, meet your friends, drive you home. It’s those guys you need to watch out for. His intentions will still be sex and using you for it, but he’s too scared of coming off as an asshole so he’ll just act like a gentleman. Then he’ll send you a ‘DICK PIC’ one random morning because this process is taking too long.

At least my sugar daddy’s were straight forward and our arrangements were clear. Plus I got a lot of money out it. These other guys, all I’ve gotten from them is…nothing, well except for Chlamydia.

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Hot Billionaire, Where Are You?

‘About me.’ Hmm, that was tricky to fill in. ‘I’m a single 2- year old student who enjoys a mix of indoor and outdoor activities…’ delete. I wanted to sound some what professional but still be myself.

‘I’m a single 2- year old student, barely scrapping through life hahaha. My degree isn’t too demanding so I’m quite flexible with time at the moment. But just after something different, casual, fun and exciting. I have a wide range of interests, a mixer of outdoor adventures, indoor dinning or even just lunch would be lovely. But up for anything at the moment. Don’t hesitate to message me if we’re after the same thing!(Ps When I say I’m 5’9″, I’m closer to 5’10”. I’m quite tall, and that can be difficult for some people. Just keep that in mind. Don’t want to shock you when I meet you 🙂 )’.

I read it over, double checked my spelling and sent it through. I wasn’t 100% happy with it but I wanted to start searching for my sugar daddy. ‘I am a sugar baby [female] seeking a sugar daddy, age: from 25 to 50, region: New South Wales’. Then I pressed search. My internet seemed slower than usual, the anticipation was killing me.

Top of the list was ‘inneedoffun’, he was 39, married and earns $200,000+. He looked okay; his photo was a little small and blurry though. But he was married, and I could never get in the middle of a marriage.

There were just an endless lists of balding men, men older than my dad, and the rest had no photos what so ever or just very vague dodgy profiles. “Maybe I have to refine my search a little more.” So I went back and lowered the age down to a maximum of 40. Forty is a better age, old enough to have peaked in their career resulting in lots of income but young enough to not be greying and still look hot. Same sort of results came up, just less men with grey hair and more profiles with no photos. It was getting late and I had a full day coming up. Clearly my search for a rich George Clooney look-alike wasn’t going to happen immediately. So I turned my laptop off and went back to bed.Image

The first few days I watched my phone and laptop, checking my Gmail account every 5 minutes. That morning I woke up after finalising my account, I had been flooded with winks, being put on to a favourites list and emails expressing interests. I was quite surprised at the response, I didn’t think the cliché ‘struggling university student’ charade would be appealing. But at the same time I had made myself as general as possible to keep my options opened and be able to choose from a wider selection of men.

My first email was from ECLECTICMAN. He was just as old as my dad, but a lot wealthier.

how are you,so tell me more about your slef.do u have more pics 
lets meet,few Lychee martinis,fun etc 
————–@gmail.com 

All I could think was ‘you have got to be fucking kidding me’. The man has no clue about grammar, doesn’t even double check what he’s written. I was blown away at the idea that someone claiming to have an infinite bank account could write such an unattractive message.

I opened up another email, with subject: Fun times.

Hi I’m Matt and I would love to chat and get to know you. I am looking for someone who is fun, passionate, adventurous, open-minded and with a good sense of humour. I will spoil her in many ways and I have a lot to offer. I hope you are interested in knowing more so message me and lets see if we hit it off. 
Matt

It was an improvement. Grammar was significantly better, the message was more thought out. So I checked out Matt’s profile. Sydney, 39, income not disclosed, 5’6”, non-smoker.  Not too bad, except when I enlarged his picture, I closed his profile down almost straight away. He wasn’t lock the door and throw away the key hideous; but he was losing his hair, a few extra pounds around his waist to be polite; he looked like one of my girlfriend’s dad. I kept Matt as an option, but I was sure there would be more out there suited to my taste.

I received an essay long email from Richard. I didn’t want to bother reading the whole because the first thing I noticed was his age, 65. From the little small icon sized photo profile photo I could already see his hair was white, not grey with a little bit of black, not grey, all white. He wore a blue shirt a couple sizes to big probably because of his very skinny frame and he was at that age where his posture couldn’t stay straight. I don’t try to be picky, I don’t mean to be picky and when I am, I believe I have a right to be picky. This man was 65 years old and uses the $2.50 pensioner transport ticket. He mentioned having coffee, and intelligent conversations. Then as I got sucked into reading more, he slipped in ‘sex’. I was not about to go on coffee dates with a 65 pensioner let alone have sex with him. I didn’t even know men that age could still have sex. Why does a 65 year old want a 20 something year old. Richard’s email lead me to take a short break from all the emails.

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 I had spent every possible waking moment carefully going through every email I received. Sorting them from into ‘Urgh no way’, ‘Maybe’ and ‘Ooo definitely a cutie’. I went and bought a little small, cheap notebook from the newsagent and scribbled their names, age and location down. Then I marked in red what category I thought they belonged in and the reasons why. It was hard filling the ‘Ooo definitely a cutie’ section. Most that expressed interest were either too old, too fat, or too creepy. It was hard trying to find a guy young enough to still look attractive but old enough to still be able to afford me.

I wouldn’t feel comfortable letting a man who I would find revolting to get so close to me. There’s only so much fake laughing and smiling I could possibly do and if I wanted a long term sugar daddy, sugar baby arrangement then I needed someone I would feel comfortable around, and the first step to achieving that would be to find a decent looking man. It seemed the smoking hot billionaire was a little out of reach.

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Offically a Sugarbaby

“Don’t tell anyone.” I rolled my eyes. Why would I tell anyone I was thinking of becoming a prostitute? I locked my phone and threw it into my bag. I spent the entire train ride home in my own world. I was lucky I didn’t miss my stop. The only thing that was really going through my head was the $150 an hour I would make. My mind was battling between what I always thought was wrong, a job that only the lowest of the low do. Girls, who dropped out of high school, got knocked up and needed an easy job. I’m not a high school dropout; I attend one of Australia’s best universities. But WHY does it seem so wrong? I couldn’t understand. It’s just another job, it’s a service, a service that would easily fund my current expensive lifestyle and even possibly my future. Two sides of my brain were fighting, and wasn’t closer to making a decision.

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You know how in movies, the best friend always says ‘Just sleep on it, promise ?’ when it came to the main protagonist having to make a plot twisting decision. Well that’s what I did. My logical side told me to sleep on it.

Thank goodness I did, because that night my mind wondered into other possible branches similar to prostitution. I sat up, fumbled through the dark to turn on my laptop.

From Google, escorting seemed to just be the same thing but better pay. As I was scrolling through the search page I noticed ‘sugar daddy’ on the right side. I wasn’t 100% sure what a sugar daddy was, I just knew it would be something similar to gold digging, and I had always joked about becoming a gold digger. So I started looking more into the world of sugar daddies. I typed “Sugar daddy” into Google and a long list of websites helping older rich men look for young attractive intelligent women who need financial help came up. “Dating service, cater[ing] specifically to those seeking Mutually Beneficial relationships”, “No Cheap Sugar Daddies. Meet only Millionaires.” and “The Largest Site for Sugar Daddy Dating” flooded my screen.

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Those websites weren’t very helpful, I still didn’t really understand what a sugar daddy was. I refined my search and found blog after blog from both men and women and their point of view of being a sugar daddy or sugar baby. It was such an interesting world I was delving into. I found stories of women finding great, successful men who would help financially fund their lives. They spoke of amazing nights having long, bonding conversations about their lives and interests. It seemed like being a sugar baby didn’t involve sex. I never came across a single story that mentioned a sugar baby having sex with their handsome rich sugar daddy.

It was decided.

I went back to my ‘sugar daddy’ search page and clicked on the first online website for sugar daddy’s, sugardaddymeet.com. The website layout was more like a forum but was still professional. I was determined to give it a proper go. I’ve always been a natural at talking to strangers, making others feel comfortable and I’d like to think I was some what attractive. So I filled in my details, Summer Smith, 2- years of age, 5’9”, slim, you know the usual stuff. And as I was waiting for my profile to go through,  I pictured a handsome, tall, blue eyed 30 year old. A smile grew across my face, this might actually work. This could be my new job, entertaining older men for money without the sex. Or maybe getting fuck with a slightly older hottie.

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Well so I thought…

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A prostitute, an escort and a sugarbaby walk into a bar.

Webster online dictionary defines ‘prostitute’ as ‘ to offer indiscriminately for sexual intercourse especially for money’. Just kidding, I’m not going to be lame.

I can safely say, this time last year, to me, a prostitute, escort or a sugarbaby seemed to be all the same (trading sex for money). I couldn’t careless what the difference was.

I actually learned the difference from talking to the men I ‘worked‘ with. I found a lot of them rather an escort than a prostitute. ‘I don’t want just sex, if I did I would just call a number and book a time. It’s cheaper too.‘. They were more after combing a friend with sex. I’ve also read a number of comments and remarks online upon my research phase that prostitutes are the lowest of the low. I don’t think it’s fair to say that at all. In my opinion, a job’s a job, and who cares if does involve the exchange of money and sex.

Okay, so I’m going to make this easy. A prostitute provides sex or sexual acts in return for money. An escort is hired for a combination of companionship and sex, often costing more for other expenses. And a sugarbaby is the cheaper and beginner version of an escort.

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