Sugar Rush: The Highs and Lows

Hello fellow SB's!
One thing you must always be prepared for are the highs and lows of this life. One day you can have a SD, the next day, POOF! Or you can have a POT that seems promising, yet he fails to deliver. Always make sure to save for a rainy day or to stay true to your goals! If you're goal is to pay off bills, don't spend all your earnings on nothing but designer clothing and Gucci bags. You'll  feel very foolish if that SD drops you and you have nothing to show for it but a mountain of student loans and last season's Prada. Also make sure to keep as many POTS as you can around until you secure a good arrangement with a SD. You don't want to have to start from scratch all over again. In my case, I plan on having multiple SD's for different needs. I want at least 5k a month, not including shopping; enough to pay bills, and to save up a nice chunk. 


Introducing POT Mr. Refinery:

He works on Oil Rigs, mostly overseas, so he's gone most of the year, which works for me. He's a nice guy, a little clingy, but I can manage. I know he likes me a lot, so I didn't hesitate to slip in the topic of an allowance during one conversation we were having. He asked how much I needed and I told him 3k; enough to pay my monthly tuition fees and student loans. He texted me back and said that he could definitely do that. I was elated! I finally had my FIRST REAL SD! 

Then my phone vibrated again with another text. He continued with "but I can't wire it to you immediately... yadda yadda yah"
He told me previously that he didn't want to give me anything until we met, but that's in five weeks. Okay, I can work with that, I understand, maybe he's scared I will run off with some cash and never speak to him again?
What irritates me is the fact that being a SB is not ONLY about sex. I feel like I'm putting in a TON of work with Mr. Refinery right now. He's married, but treats me like his girlfriend or something. I mean, he wants to talk ALL the time. 
So basically, I'm supposed to email you all day back and forth and play lovey-dovey for nothing? 

I feel like there are many SD's out there who would help me out and send me some loot for everything I'm giving Mr. Refinery. Sure, it's not sex, but I'm giving him great conversation for hours at a time, stroking his ego, making him feel good about himself. I would think the least he would want to do is make me happy and make sure my needs are met. 
Help me out SugarBabies: Am I just being a bitch or are my feelings valid? Am I being too hard on Mr. Refinery? I really don't feel like talking to him another five weeks for hours on end while my needs aren't being met. 
Advice? 

The Glamorous World Of SugarBabies

I first heard of the SB/SD lifestyle a few years back. I was at home watching Dr. Phil and a special came on advertising the site "sugardaddie.com". Audience members gasped, cringed, shook their heads in disgust. Dr. Phil himself lectured and made the men look like desperate fools, made the women look like users, whores. The show, I felt, seemed to denounce the life. 
However, I was intrigued. Fascinated even. 
Back in 2007, still in undergrad, I created a profile on "sugardaddie.com". I met Mr. Ducks who was a huge fan of the Anaheim Ducks and would text me constantly. He would always tell me, "I'm going to be a good daddy to you." 

Once we planned to meet in person, I damn near passed out from nerves. I had no idea what I was doing and I had no one I could talk to for advice. I went right after classes, dressed like a TYPICAL YUPPIE UNDERGRAD, wearing my collegiate sweatshirt, jeans and pumas (OMG!!!). 
He was nice though, not too hard on the eyes and we went back to his hotel room. He ordered room service for us, we chatted and he smoked a joint while I cracked jokes to him, to ease my nervousness. He REALLY was a nice guy. 
Well, he sensed my apprehension and must have felt bad for me because he softened his voice and said, "It's okay. You don't have to have sex with me." He then handed me a bundle of money, gave me a kiss on my cheek and sent me on my way. 
I later counted the money and was shocked to see that he'd given me $1500, just for TALKING to him. 
I never heard from Mr. Ducks again and it's sad because sometimes in this world, you only get a few chances to meet a genuinely nice, generous man. 
After that, I deleted my profile and felt maybe I wasn't cut out to be a SB. 
Fast forward a few years and once again I became intrigued. To be honest, I got tired of seeing other young women who didn't work while they maintained a fabulous lifestyle of designer clothing, luxury apartments, vacations, and brand new 7 Series...all at the expensive of their older "friend".

Don't get me wrong, I'm never the type to hate on another chick. But I realized that my life of going to school full-time, maintaining full-time employment, while only earning peanuts, just isn't going to cut it.

And hey, how else am I going to pay off my student loans in a timely matter, rather than let them sit around incurring interest?

The one thing that prevented me from taking advantage of this life previously is because I was afraid of what others would think. 

But I could really give a damn now. 
No one's opinion of me will stop my paper chase. It's not like they're paying my bills!
And this lifestyle will be temporary. 
Every SB has a bigger goal in life.
Mine is to pay off my student loans, tuition, start a business , have some fun shopping and living grand along the way. :) 
What's yours? 

If At First You Don't Succeed, Dust Yourself Off And Try Again

My very first post will share my moment of shame last night! Take heed Sugar Babies! 

After talking to a POT for about a week, he was in town and wanted me to meet him at the Beverly Hills Hilton, Presidential Suite. 

I'm a good detective so I already researched him and felt confident that he wasn't broke and that he wanted to keep thing NSA, just like I prefer. I found out his government name, the companies he owns, his past employers, where he went to school. I even found his facebook and learned the names of his wife and daughter. 

Mr. Banker (he's an investment banker and owns several firms) promised me a monthly allowance and also shopping trips and travel. I felt like I found a winner!

We planned to meet last night at the Hilton at 8:30pm. I was a little late, about five minutes and I emailed him to let him know I was running late and I would be there soon. He promptly responded stating that he just emailed me and was sitting down to dinner. 

I shrugged it off, thought nothing of it. I assumed he was starving and just went ahead and ordered. But after I parked, something told me to check my email again. 

At 8:25pm, he emailed me: "Tonight won't work. Just sat down to dinner with clients."

Are you kidding me?

I was livid! 

Not only did I drive almost forty-five minutes to meet him, he had the nerve to cancel five minutes before our scheduled date. He offered no apology and I haven't received any email from him hoping to reschedule. 

I learned a valuable lesson last night though. Another Sugar Baby (not sure if she wants her name mentioned), warned me. She explained to me that she always chooses the place to meet so that it's convenient to her. 

Why?

So that if they flake or even if they don't flake, you wont waste gas money or valuable time. 

Lesson learned! That POT is scratched off my list and now I'm on to the next!