So here’s something nobody tells you when you first start sugaring: the texting game can literally make or break your arrangement before you even meet. I learned this the hard way during my second year in the bowl. I’d matched with this gorgeous tech exec from San Francisco—think Tesla in the garage, penthouse in Pacific … Read more
Here’s what eight years in the bowl has taught me about red lipstick in sugar dating: it’s not just makeup. It’s a signal, a mood setter, sometimes a weapon. But like everything in this lifestyle, context is everything. Wear it at the wrong time and you might come off try-hard or intimidating. Wear it at … Read more
When I finally worked up the nerve to say something, you know what happened? He appreciated that I came to him directly. We had an honest conversation, adjusted the arrangement, and ended up closer because of it. That relationship lasted another year and a half. But here’s the thing—I’ve also completely botched these conversations. I’ve … Read more
I left. Immediately. Made up some excuse about a family emergency and got the hell out. That moment taught me something crucial: your instincts are smarter than your politeness. And after eight years in this lifestyle—meeting men in NYC, Miami, LA, Chicago, San Francisco—I’ve developed a pretty solid playbook for staying safe without sacrificing the … Read more
Look, I’m just gonna say it—about three years into sugaring, I woke up one Tuesday morning, saw my phone buzzing with a good morning text from my SD, and felt… absolutely nothing. Not excitement, not anticipation. Just this weird heaviness in my chest. I was lying in my West Village studio (that he helped me … Read more
Look, I’m gonna be straight with you—the boundaries conversation is the one thing that separates women who thrive in the bowl from those who burn out in six months. Three years into my time as a sugar baby, I was sitting in the champagne lounge at The Peninsula in Beverly Hills with a guy I’ll … Read more
Look, I’m just gonna say it—getting scammed in the sugar bowl sucks. And I mean really sucks. After eight years in this lifestyle, I’ve dodged my share of fake “tech CEOs” driving leased Maseratis and “investors” whose biggest investment was a fake Rolex off Canal Street. But I’ve also seen too many friends—smart, savvy women—lose … Read more
Look, I’m gonna be real with you—after nearly a decade in the sugar bowl, I’ve sat across from every type of sugar daddy imaginable. The tech founder who wanted to play Professor Higgins to my Eliza. The finance exec who ghosted for three weeks then resurfaced with plane tickets to Tulum. The divorced real estate … Read more
Look, I’m gonna be straight with you—I never planned on falling in love in the bowl. My first arrangement? Pure business. I was 24, broke from student loans, and this real estate developer from Miami offered me $5K monthly to be his plus-one at charity galas. Clean, transactional, perfect. Then something shifted around month four. … Read more
Look, I’m gonna be honest with you—when I first stepped into the sugar bowl eight years ago, I thought showing up in my best H&M bodycon dress and platform heels from Target was enough. I mean, I looked cute, right? Wrong. My first meet-and-greet was at The NoMad Bar in NYC, and the second I … Read more