â€śWhy do you think I posted in Adult Services instead of Dating?â€ť I asked.
Tony finally found his tongue, but at that point it was too late.
As he launched into a rant about how he didnâ€™t need to pay for sex, I cut him off:Â â€śLook, we have nothing in common. Why would I date you in my spare time? Youâ€™re a perfectly nice guy, but Iâ€™m not looking for a regular girlfriend-boyfriend relationship. I said that in my ad. I donâ€™t know why you replied if you didnâ€™t read it. If you arenâ€™t interested in being a sugar daddy, I donâ€™t see why we would see each other again. There are a lot of girls out there, and Iâ€™m sure you have something in common with some of them. If you donâ€™t want this kind of arrangement you should say so now. Iâ€™ll apologize for making this awkward and we can forget all about it.â€ť
Tony still seemed shocked. I donâ€™t know if it was my bluntness that appalled him, or if he really hadnâ€™t read my ad very closely, but he was certainly very upset. He told me that he had no idea I was seeking a sugar daddy, but that it was absolutely not what he was looking for. I said goodbye and got out of the car. I managed to walk very majestically to the door, but as soon as it was closed behind me, I bolted up the stairs, into my apartment, and straight to my bedroom to cuddle with my cat.
If this was what being a sugar baby was, I wasn’t cut for it. And I had another date the next afternoon.
Cathryn Berarovich is a bit of a renaissance sex worker; she’s currently employed as a stripper (and writer) but has held numerous interesting jobs in the industry. Each week, she shares her stories in Harlotry.