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We popped champagne, toasted in the Jacuzzi, and dried off.
I never saw Rich again, but after our tryst I was hooked on the site.I was astounded to realize I could get paid to wear a slinky dress, sip cocktails, and chat, just as I'd done for free with guys my age.I thought back to one particularly cute guy I'd met through Ok Cupid: tan, toned, and 27. Afterwards, I went back to his place for sex—a fair trade, I thought.I loved the naughty thrill and instant high of dating-for-profit.Sifting through my messages, I scheduled a new potential suitor for each night that week: a lawyer on Tuesday, professor for Wednesday, neurosurgeon on Thursday.But the question of I wanted to spend my life, personally and professionally, posed a daunting dilemma. For four years, I'd shared a platonic bed with my gay best friend.
Lately, he was busy exploring the Boston nightlife scene and all Grindr had to offer. Half joking and half desperate, I Googled the phrase "Sugar Daddy" and stumbled upon Seeking Arrangement, unlocking a world of generous benefactors, willing to finance my aimless existence.
After my depression and eating disorders, they were relieved I was functioning—grateful that I was even alive."We just want you to be happy," said my mother. "That's why I never left you alone with him when you were little," she said.
"He did things, when I was growing up—."As a small child, I'd learned that the closer I was with him, the more gifts he'd bring me: Cadbury eggs, Madame Alexander dolls, raspberry candies in little round tins.
Thanks to my lucrative exploits, I was able to move to New York after graduation and pursue many ventures: I tried internships, enrolled in a film course, and performed off-Broadway. Three months later, back in New York, I was seeing no one. "I believed I'd acted deliberately, pragmatically, as a conscious adult.
In my spare time, I cultivated tomato plants, beat every level of Candy Crush, and taught Zumba to the elderly—sleeping with rich men who treated me like their paid princess was my secret second life. I was hopeful about returning to school, but without the Daddies I lacked direction. Becoming a Sugar Baby was not the path I'd envisioned for myself, but I viewed it as part of my journey to a life of stability—and human connection.
I'd envisioned opera tickets, spa treatments, new jumpsuits for my fall wardrobe.