Are you kidding me?
Did any one watch Good Morning America and the sugar daddies? I wanted to write on their board, but I had just too much to say and I get a little PG-13 when I note the difference between sex and love making.
First off, we women need to make a pact. If he’s married, we’re not interested. Women are too competitive with each other, too leery of each other, to worry about some chick is going to take our man, even if we don’t want him. Now if my husband found a cute little thing that makes him happy. Fine. Give me the divorce, half your stuff, and the kids and go have a nice life. Spend as much money on her as you want, but don’t you dare think you can get away spending the family money to buy access to some nineteen-year-old’s twin bed.
Second, let’s be honest, little sugar babies. You’re whores. You are. If you want a guy “to take care of you” and you fuck him (yes, fuck because it ain’t love making) to thank him or because you feel obligated, then you are a prostitute. Now don’t feel too bad. I know lots of girls who felt obligated to fuck a guy because he bought them a nice dinner or gave them something. Granted, I was taught just to pay for the next meal, but I can see where you might get confused. The difference between sugar babies and the ordinary girl is the ordinary girl isn’t looking for a guy “to take care of her.” And if this is the road you girls choose, diamonds aren’t your best friends. They don’t resell as well as you think. Take a cue from your foremothers; the best courtesans received property and houses deeded to them.
Third, any woman, who had a good dad, would never ever call a guy a “Daddy” or a “Sugar Daddy.” It turns my stomach just to think of it as I remember all the times I called my Dad, Daddy before I was cool enough and old enough to shorten it. Once my husband joked about it after I had left my job to raise Evan. The moment the word “daddy” left his mouth, his face contorted, and he said that it was a poor joke and one never to be mentioned again. I looked over at the baby who would one day call my husband Daddy and quickly agreed with him.
Fourth, you girls who fuck as a thank you, you sugar babies, you all are making the rest of us look bad. Most of us can’t be bought, not for a lobster dinner, not for a diamond ring, not for a vacation to the Bahamas. But this will perpetuate the myth that all a girl wants is a guy’s wallet, and really, some guys aren’t even worth that.
And I promise I will make sure my boys aren’t the fools, who pay for love, that they aren’t the idiots who believe they can have it both ways, that aren’t the jerks who take advantage of the situation because that’s one of the many jobs of a mom, to raise the good guys.