Look, I’m just gonna say it—the term “sugar baby” gets thrown around like confetti at a bad wedding, and most people have no clue what it actually means. They see the Instagram posts, the designer bags, the rooftop dinners overlooking Central Park, and they think they’ve got it figured out. Spoiled girl gets money from … Read more
Look, I’m not gonna sugarcoat this—breaking up with a sugar daddy is weird. Like, really weird. You’re ending a relationship that’s part romantic, part business, and part… honestly, I’m still not sure what to call the third part. Friendship? Mentorship? Strategic alliance? Whatever you label it, saying goodbye requires a totally different playbook than your … Read more
Look, I’m just gonna say it—the first time I walked into The Carlyle in NYC with a man who’d just casually mentioned his driver was waiting downstairs, I felt like I’d stepped into someone else’s life. The marble lobby, the way the staff knew his name, the champagne that appeared without him even ordering… it … Read more
Was I doing something wrong? Was I less valuable because I accepted financial support? Would my friends understand, or would they judge me if they knew? That knot? That was shame. And honestly, it took me a solid year in the bowl to recognize it for what it was and work through it. Here’s what … Read more
I’ve spent eight years in this lifestyle, and I’ve eaten at places where the waitstaff knows your name before you arrive and restaurants where the silverware alone costs more than my first car. I’ve also watched brilliant, gorgeous women fumble their way through arrangements because nobody taught them the unspoken language of fine dining—and how … Read more
Look, I’m just gonna say it—there’s a moment in every sugar baby’s journey where she realizes that not all designer bags are created equal in the eyes of wealthy men. I learned this the hard way during my second year in the bowl. I’d saved up from a few arrangements and bought myself this gorgeous … Read more
I’m gonna be honest with you—this is the hardest piece I’ve ever written. Three years ago, I lost someone who meant more to me than I ever expected when we first met at that Michelin-starred restaurant in Tribeca. Michael wasn’t just my sugar daddy. He was my mentor, my friend, the person who believed in … Read more
Look, I’ve scrolled through hundreds—probably thousands—of sugar baby profiles over the years. Some made me want to reach through the screen and give the girl a high-five. Others? I literally couldn’t tell you what made her different from the twenty profiles I’d just passed. Here’s the thing about sugar baby profiles: they’re not just digital … Read more
Look, I’m just gonna say it—when I started sugaring in Manhattan back in 2016, I thought having three sugar daddies simultaneously made me some kind of genius. Spoiler alert: by month two, I was double-booking dinners, mixing up whose favorite wine was what, and genuinely wondering if I’d accidentally called Marcus by David’s name during… … Read more
Look, I’m gonna be real with you—the first time I walked into Per Se in Manhattan with a sugar daddy, I was absolutely terrified I’d use the wrong fork and expose myself as someone who grew up eating Olive Garden as “fancy dining.” That was seven years ago. Since then, I’ve sat across from CEOs … Read more