Lets Talk Guys

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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Stifler’s Mum (Sugar Mummies)

So a friend of mine brought up a rather interesting question, is there a female version of a sugar daddy?

There was always the female sugar daddy option on the websites I visited and used. However because I had signed up as a female sugar baby seeking male sugar daddy I wasn’t able to access the ‘other side‘. But from a lot of Googling and reading stories, I think I’ve gathered enough information to give a general description?

Warning: I may be wrong but I think I’m almost right.

Sugar mummy or more commonly used and known as cougars. I believe there is a slight difference between a sugar mummy and a cougar as well. A sugar mummy is definitely closer to a sugar daddy than a cougar.

A cougar is an older woman who dates younger gentlemen. These relationships can vary a lot, they may involve an arrangement similar to sugar daddies, but more commonly, just a dating or relationship sort of arrangement. A sugar mummy would be more indefinite an arrangement where money is exchanged for time and services (mostly including sex).

Unfortunately, sugar mummies aren’t as popular or well known. As a result when looking for websites similar to the ones I use (except the other way round), there were barely any. The top of Google’s search list is a wedding cake business and the rest were either Facebook pages or American sugar mummy services (still quite low). You’re most likely better off going onto a sugar daddy website and reversing the sign up and search. Male sugar baby searching for a sugar mummy.

Good luck male sugar babies!

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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.

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.

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.

Well so I thought…

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24 Hours

Success! I’ve survived my first 24 hours since I pressed create for a sugarbaby’s diary.

I’ve done my homework, and the blog gods of the internet world have mentioned not to over post with unnecessary posts. And I promise this will be the only odd post (hopefully).

But slightly on topic, lets call him Anthony. Anthony facebook messaged me with a ‘Heyy.’. How Anthony and I got acquainted will be known later. For now, we’re new friends. So, I told him I had started a blog and being a friendly kind of guy he asked to see it. And having only just become acquainted I immediately hesitated to let him know about what I’ve done. No way would he believe this was all fiction and a persona I had made up in my head. To me, this all is too realistic to fake. At least from my point of view. So, I made the excuse ‘it’s not 100% ready yet. I’ll show it to you once it’s done.’.

I want to share my creation, but at the same time it’s very hard to share what I’ve done. I’m not ashamed or embarrassed about it, I just know it will be very hard for many to understand. Especially newly formed friends.

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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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