I don’t have a real relationship. I don’t have the time for it, and I tell myself that it’s one of the few sacrifices I’ve had to make for this lifestyle… Not only are guys uncomfortable even broaching the subject of being a sugar baby, much less wanting to date one. Sometimes it’s hard to come home to an empty apartment that houses an empty bed that holds a lonely girl night after night. Sometimes it’d be nice just to cuddle and to pretend I’m in a relationship with someone, which is what I offer to wealthy men regularly for large sums of money. But, to them that feels real, but I know that just like my hair extensions and my nails, it’s fake. I can fake emotions, I can fake sincerity, I can fake feelings and at the end of the day the knowledge of that is not only enough to preserve my sanity but also to remind me to stay real. I am lucky enough to have a best friend that I can talk to about my lifestyle, she doesn’t judge me at all and has even stuck her toes into the sugar bowl for a brief moment of time. I’ve tried mixing business and pleasure, feelings and allowance… I think it will be the first and last, the one and only time. It broke my heart.
Okay, enough being emotional..
I hope all of you are making lots of money today! TGIF, lovers.