So many acronyms, so little time! For anyone who’s not familiar with those referenced in the title of this post here’s what I’ve learned thus far thanks to what I call my “sugar sisters” (aka fellow sugar baby bloggers);
SD= Sugar Daddy
SB= Sugar Baby
SA= SeekingArrangement.com (seems to be the best place to give sugar dating a try if you ask me).
NSA= No Strings Attached
LTR= Long Term Relationship
BBBJ= Still no idea, but I thought it’d be funny to toss in the mix… (I found it in some article about escorting!)
I can be so analytical at times and so I’ve been doing a lot of “research” to mentally preparing myself to reenter the “sugar bowl”. I admit, I have had one SD, I met from SugarDaddie.com – but it was extremely short-lived 😦 I don’t think any guy with small children, and a ‘thing’ for having small objects placed where the sun don’t shine is exactly my ‘type’, but I digress.
Thanks to various articles on what to do, and where to go to meet potential SD’s (and my naturally affinity for creative writing) I was able to publish a personal profile that’s been getting some interesting feedback! Mind you, I live in Atlanta where it’s been recently publicized that local college girls are becoming sugar babies faster than you can say ‘student loan’!
Despite being surrounded by wealthy men, I’ve still been hesitant to go out, partly because it’s too cold outside and partly because I keep second guessing my own man-catching skills.
Why do we torture ourselves ladies?! We have got to stop letting our own insecurities get the best of us and start living up to our full potential!
As I drove to the internet cafe tonight, I said out loud “start speaking daily affirmations! I will find love (someday)! I must not SETTLE for anything less than I deserve, and I deserve an amazing SUGAR DADDY (or three)!
All of these things I promise to myself from here on out. Thus, when I arrived I began “Settle for Sugar” because it’s the only thing I plan to settle for after another failed relationship!
My diary begins with the candid entry you see entitled “I crave sex, a sugar daddy, and I’m not sorry!” because this is my story and I’m going to keep writing it. I’ve accepted that I’m not average at all, and I think I will finally start to enjoy an above average lifestyle by simply pursuing the things I love, and owning my sexuality.
I’m more like Samantha from Sex and the City, perhaps not quite as promiscuous, with a dash of Carrie for good measure.
So, I decided to find a SD again and signed up for SA. Although some articles advise against meeting men who are “too close”, of course many of my first messages were from men who lived around me in the posh neighborhoods and suburbs of Atlanta.
My very first message came from Joe, then after some googling, sure enough found he had another profile with the name “James”. Already I’m wondering to myself “how do you start to trust someone you meet on a site like this?” He assured me his name is Joe, and he’s a Dr. so I’ll refer to him as Dr. J.
So far Dr. J and I have only exchanged texts and emails via SA. He invited me out for drinks at a hotel bar (known for sugar dating) and that’s probably why I declined instead of simply suggesting another place.
It’s much easier for me to think about what I want from an SD, and write it in an email, but I get butterflies when I think about meeting these older men. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve decided that my guys must be at least 45, so I’m used to being with older men; I guess it’s just hard jumping out of a LTR and into the sugar bowl.
After putting Dr. J off, I spent the next few weeks trying to convince myself that I was better off without my ex, and trying to get over him. As I headed out to a friend’s going away party one Friday night, my spontaneity (and bravery) kicked in and I told Dr. J to meet me at the venue. As luck would have it, and since I was the designated driver, plans got rerouted and I apologized profusely to Dr. J for the mix up.
“He must think I’m a flakey little ditz and want nothing to do with me.” I thought to myself. A week later that ridiculous snow/ice debacle shut down the city and I texted him. He mentioned being in a bad mood because he had been stuck in traffic for over six hours. Once again I figured the universe just wanted to keep us apart.
Now it’s 8:20pm and he’s asked if I’m finally ready to grab a drink with him… I joked saying, “I promise I’ll try not to stand you up this time.” He just said, “I hope not.” So now I’ve got less than an hour before my first official meeting with a potential SD and I’m feeling the butterflies starting to flutter.
I’ll let you know how it goes! Wish me well :]
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This blog was created as a memoir and in-depth account of my real encounters, experiences and research findings. I hope that it may help shed light on the dating scene from an objective, (albiet “amateur” point of view) as it pertains to “sugar”. I also hope to educate, entertain and inspire along the way. 🙂