How I Became a Sugar Daddy
Wednesday, February 25th, 2009
Tom asked:
Growing up, my father always told me Son, if you want to be happy you need to be able to treat a woman right. You’ve got to be able to give her the love she needs and everything else she deserves - her dream house, her dream car, fancy jewelry that makes her feel both pretty and loved. Look at Laura.”
Laura was my step mother. Her brother, younger than her by only a couple of years was the captain of my high school’s varsity football team - when I was a junior.
You could say that everything that I have learned, everything that I have become, was born in that conversation. My mother had passed away when I was young. Id never had much luck with girls my age. And then my dad met Laura.
Laura was beautiful. Young. Happy. She was a dancer. And the way that she looked at my father, I knew that she loved him.
Couple that with the advice he gave me, and I knew what I had to do. I started working harder in school and finished high school at the top of my class. Then it was off to college and then into business. I worked long hours - longer even than those middle management guys who gave me a shot.
A few years ago, I reached a point in my life where others began to call me a success. At thirty-five, I had a great education and was working my way to the top. Now, at forty, Im at the top of my professional game making the kind of money my friends only dream of having.
Of course, they feel that way about Rebecca too. She likes it when I call her Becky - so I do, when we’re alone - but when I start telling people about her and call her Becky; many of them roll their eyes.
At first, my friends thought Id lost it - probably because I mentioned that she was twenty two before I talked about anything else. “Mike - what are you thinking,” one of them asked. Another just shook his head, “Buddy, she’s just using you.”
Rebecca’s not like that though. Yes, she is nearly half my age. Yes, she lives with me, rent free, and some nights she still goes out with her friends while I work late. But I trust her. I even believe her when she says she loves me.
That is why I bought her the car. That is why she dresses up for me, wears the jewelry that I buy for her, and why, when we go to dinner she always lets me order for her. She knows that Ill take care of her.
She takes care of me too - even though my friends might not believe it. Some of them still tell me that shes just taking me for granted, that shes taking advantage of my money and success. Some of them still tell me that shell leave.
Others, though, are coming around. My friend Jeff was first. He asked me how I became a Sugar Daddy, I told him about my dad. His advice changed me. It just might change Jeff too.
How I Became a Sugar Daddy
Eva
Growing up, my father always told me Son, if you want to be happy you need to be able to treat a woman right. You’ve got to be able to give her the love she needs and everything else she deserves - her dream house, her dream car, fancy jewelry that makes her feel both pretty and loved. Look at Laura.”
Laura was my step mother. Her brother, younger than her by only a couple of years was the captain of my high school’s varsity football team - when I was a junior.
You could say that everything that I have learned, everything that I have become, was born in that conversation. My mother had passed away when I was young. Id never had much luck with girls my age. And then my dad met Laura.
Laura was beautiful. Young. Happy. She was a dancer. And the way that she looked at my father, I knew that she loved him.
Couple that with the advice he gave me, and I knew what I had to do. I started working harder in school and finished high school at the top of my class. Then it was off to college and then into business. I worked long hours - longer even than those middle management guys who gave me a shot.
A few years ago, I reached a point in my life where others began to call me a success. At thirty-five, I had a great education and was working my way to the top. Now, at forty, Im at the top of my professional game making the kind of money my friends only dream of having.
Of course, they feel that way about Rebecca too. She likes it when I call her Becky - so I do, when we’re alone - but when I start telling people about her and call her Becky; many of them roll their eyes.
At first, my friends thought Id lost it - probably because I mentioned that she was twenty two before I talked about anything else. “Mike - what are you thinking,” one of them asked. Another just shook his head, “Buddy, she’s just using you.”
Rebecca’s not like that though. Yes, she is nearly half my age. Yes, she lives with me, rent free, and some nights she still goes out with her friends while I work late. But I trust her. I even believe her when she says she loves me.
That is why I bought her the car. That is why she dresses up for me, wears the jewelry that I buy for her, and why, when we go to dinner she always lets me order for her. She knows that Ill take care of her.
She takes care of me too - even though my friends might not believe it. Some of them still tell me that shes just taking me for granted, that shes taking advantage of my money and success. Some of them still tell me that shell leave.
Others, though, are coming around. My friend Jeff was first. He asked me how I became a Sugar Daddy, I told him about my dad. His advice changed me. It just might change Jeff too.
How I Became a Sugar Daddy
Eva
