“Why do you think I posted in Adult Services instead of Dating?” I asked.
Tony finally found his tongue, but at that point it was too late.
As he launched into a rant about how he didn’t need to pay for sex, I cut him off: “Look, we have nothing in common. Why would I date you in my spare time? You’re a perfectly nice guy, but I’m not looking for a regular girlfriend-boyfriend relationship. I said that in my ad. I don’t know why you replied if you didn’t read it. If you aren’t interested in being a sugar daddy, I don’t see why we would see each other again. There are a lot of girls out there, and I’m sure you have something in common with some of them. If you don’t want this kind of arrangement you should say so now. I’ll apologize for making this awkward and we can forget all about it.”
Tony still seemed shocked. I don’t know if it was my bluntness that appalled him, or if he really hadn’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.