Got him. cheers bitches

Be ambitious.

Set high standards for yourself.

Don’t settle.

Surround yourself with people who can help you advance your life.

Just some SA humor for your evening lolol

Good to know I was right to not respond to this cheapass

Austin

In Austin for a week for work, so I changed my location on SA, and added a disclaimer in my bio saying the dates I’d be here if anyone wants some company, figuring I could maybe just go on some dates while I’m here, get some fancy dinners, yummy drinks, see where it goes if the vibe is right. Who knows.

Anyways, I’ve been blowin tf up and after weeding thru a bunch of nasties and lame-o’s, I’ve got some nice dinner dates lined up with 3 guys for the week:)

Also, if anyone has any freestyle recommendations for this city, plz hit me with them. Or if any girls wanna hangout while I’m down here and be sugar sisters hmu haha

Lolllllz roommate life

My roommate (who in reality is honestly suuuper sweet and considerate of others) has no idea that I am trying to dive into the bowl.

Just listened to her talk about how she can’t believe some girls are so shallow that they would be with older men solely because of money…

All I could say was: idk, not really your place to judge other people’s lives tho….?

Why I entered the bowl

My first OC post! I am going to be talking to a wall here, but that’s okay with me. I just made this tumblr account a few weeks ago when I realized that this site is a goddamn gold mine for sugar content, and how HELPFUL it all is.

Anyways, I’ve been lurking in the background, but have felt inspired to share my own story of why I started sugaring. Or I suppose “trying” to start sugaring. It’s only been about a month and a half since I’ve been actively seeking.

It all started with my last relationship, really. I fell in love organically with an older man. Divorced with two kids. He was wealthy, although I didn’t find that out until after I had already caught feels for him. He was so attractive. & Fit. Funny. Smart. P H E N O M E N A L sex. fuck, it was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. Ugh. RIP.

It was not a sugar relationship - he wouldn’t just hand me money. But I lived a comfortable life with him. Nice outings that he would pay for, and he let me move into his big beautiful multi-million dollar mansion with him.

But not everything gold can stay. He had anger issues and was manipulative, and his ex wife somehow got all his money (don’t ask me how, i do not understand (tbh we all should be getting advice from her, she a crazy lady but damn she a rich one now)). At this point in our relationship, I was still in love with him, so we move into a small apartment together. As time goes on, he starts getting in over his head financially and can’t keep up with bills. He couldn’t understand the concept of living below your means since he’d never had to. I started covering all the bills. He started drinking more. I won’t bore you with the rest, you know how it ends.

Next thing I know it’s the first weekend of me being single after our year long relationship and the signs could not be more clear to enter the bowl:

I randomly meet these two girls from Seattle who are passing through my town on a road trip. We hit it OFF. My girls tell me all about sugaring, and I am I N T R I G U E D.

They give me a run down of it all, and I feel like this is my life path. Two strangers just drop into my life one day, and tell me about this lifestyle, two days after my breakup? Whaaaa? We go out that night, and I run into an old friend at the bar. He OUT OF THE BLUE says how he has been seriously considering getting involved with a SUGAR MAMMA. No way does this conversation happen twice in a day coincidentally, not in my life atleast. It was a sign, I took it. Here I am.

I signed up for SA, which I know people hate, and I fucking hate it too. But where I live it’s definitely the best option. I live in a tiny ass town where I can’t just go out and freestyle cuz I know everyone. At every fucking restaurant & bar. I have worked at like 5 different restaurants in this town from dive bars to fine dining, I know all the local scum & rich men & all the restaurant/bar staff around here and the freestyling just ain’t gonna happen. Mostly because I don’t want my community to actively see my golddigging. Gossip spreads like goddamn wildire here. 

My town is a tiny, BUT it is a HUGE tourist attraction. One of those expensive-ass bougie mountain towns that everyone and their frickin dead grandmas come to visit to ski or climb or hike etc. Average home prices are $1.2 mil. Golf club memberships are $20,000+ PER SUMMER. It’s crawling with wealthy elites. & your girl’s trynna p o u n c e.
(Not to mention there is NO DIVERSITY here and my Asian ass is a rarity.)

Unfortunately, haven’t been having much luck. SA guys so far have been trash. Have a couple POTs at the moment, but so far all the other POTs have revealed how stingy or flakey or downright gross they are, and I do not have time for that shit. blegh. Maybe I’ll make a post another day about my experience with the search, but spoiler alert, it’s the same struggle everyone goes thru while on the hunt for a new SD.

But I am putting in my work. Chatting w people every day. Getting inspired by everything I see here on tumblr. My daddy will find me soon enough & ya girl will be thriving (well I’m always thriving, but more than I am right now..)

:)