I was a sugar baby for like 2 seconds.
Once upon a time, I went on a date with this white man he was bout 50 years old and I was like 19. I had met him while I was working at the gas station.
He left little notes for me if I wasn’t at work. I mean dude was sprung AF and we hadn’t even had even a real conversation. Just a Hi and Bye here and there.
In one of the notes, he told me he just wanted to talk. He went on about how beautiful I was and how he would love to take me out on a date.
At first, I was like HELL NAW!
But he was persistent and would come in every single day with flowers nshit. It was kinda romantic. Sooo I was like “Fuck it, I’ll go.”
Shut up. I was young.
We met at Applebee’s a few days later. He told me how lonely he’d been since his wife died and his son went to college. (His son and I were the same age)
I told him about the BS I was dealing with at my apartment complex. I told him how they DGAF that we had just got robbed or the fact that our dishwasher would leak and flood the apartment.
As we chatted over drinks, he offered to move me into one of his rental properties so I could have my own place.
Wait? Dude, you own rental properties?! He wasn’t cute in the least bit but I was like,
“Is this my opportunity to travel the world, look cute sitting on my ass, and be a spoiled, rich ass housewife to an old geezer?”
He paid for our food and gave me $200 that he told me to put that aside to look for a new spot since I didn’t feel comfortable moving into one of his.
It was cool. No lie. The conversation was better than I expected. Plus this man then broke me off $200 just for talking to him. What?? I could definitely get used to this.
He was a sweet old man. He asked me if I would like to meet up again and I told him I’d consider it. We said our goodbyes and parted ways.
Wasn’t as bad as it could have been, right? Plus I had a $200 come up. Shit, looked lovely compared to making $10/hr at Circle K.
I pull out of Applebee’s parking lot and THEN BOOM!!
My phone starts going off and it’s Paul ass. Paul, because I forgot his name but whatever.
“Stupid black bitch! How you take my money and not give me no sweet pussy?”
I know the fuck not! Did he really just text me that?
Took my ass home and immediately hopped on Indeed. I had to start looking for a new job, before Paul decided to pull up at the Circle K and park by the pay phone.
All money ain’t good money and definitely not worth a parking lot pimp. Besides, ain’t enough Viagra in the world for Paul to handle this pussy.
So, that was definitely a lesson that if it comes easy, it ain’t worth it, everything comes with a cost, and that an old geezer is just that, an old geezer.
Have you ever been a sugar baby? Comment below.