It all started with a job offer. During a holiday I met the manager of a hotel. As we sat together in the evening, he asked me if I would like to work in his restaurant for a season. The man, who was almost 20 years older than me, was personable and handsome.
I’m actually a student and a freelance journalist. I didn’t have much to do with gastronomy – apart from visiting kebab shops at night. But the wallet wasn’t particularly full and I took the job over the winter semester break.
I got along very well with my boss. After a few evenings spent together in the staff room with a few glasses of wine, one thing led to another. I learned to appreciate the fruits of old age and went to bed with him.
I registered with a sugar daddy website
This also gave rise to the idea of supplementing my tight student budget by meeting well-heeled, older men. I researched online about sugar daddies, older men who offer financial security in exchange for youthful company.
I looked for a relevant sugar daddy site called sugar daddy seek. Signing up was no more complicated than with traditional social networks. I took on an alias, uploaded a profile picture that showed enough to look authentic and not enough to identify me on the street.
I also wrote a short text that didn’t look as if I was a money-hungry bitch looking for a milking donkey. Buzzwords like “mentoring” are popular, for example – many sugar daddies like to read that girls are only interested in learning something from mature, experienced men. And then the chats started.
The liaison with my boss continued
Michael S. wrote to me first: tall, 43, brown hair, mischievous smile and arms in a black suit crossed dominantly in front of his chest. A little small talk and then he didn’t answer anymore. It doesn’t matter, because shortly afterwards I was flooded with messages from various sugar daddies: “How much does a date cost?” , “Would you like to go to Switzerland with me?”, “Would you have problems with a very dominant man?”
A user named Sven was delighted to have found a “normal conversation partner” on the portal. His last sugar baby wished he could play with kittens at his house, wear diapers and let him powder her butt.
He gave me my first glimpse of what’s going on in the depths of sugaring mediation. Meanwhile, my liaison with my boss continued.
Although I no longer worked for him, we always met up in fancy hotels, went out to eat and spent exciting evenings together. I told him about my new financial plans since we had a fairly open relationship.
“You know that this isn’t for you. But you have to experience it yourself,” he replied.
Some sugar babies are looking for telegram sugar daddies as well, this is another easy way to find one that is right for them.
The talks kept getting bogged down
My search for a personal investor continued at the same time. Profiles of attractive middle-aged men frequently mingled with the interlocutors – prime examples of a sugar babe dream. But the talks always fizzled out.
More and more I got the impression that these profiles are run by the portal to keep the potential sugar babies happy. Most of the time, the supposed fakes just had a single profile picture that looked like the sample application photo for a managerial position or a handful of candid shots, all taken in front of the same swimming pool of a middle-class suburban mansion.
So I tried again with Tom , who lived only 15 kilometers away – not exactly an Adonis, but still quite funny. When I texted him that I was hungry, he offered to stock my fridge.
Sell me for ready-made pizza and kohlrabi?
Suddenly it didn’t feel like an exclusive jet set life anymore
Suddenly it didn’t feel like an exclusive jet set lifestyle anymore. The more men I met, the more I suspected that most of them weren’t well-heeled and looking for adventure, but rather desperate for a partner.
Perhaps numerous disappointments have led her to think that she does not have the personality to meet a nice woman. The whole thing made me rather sad.
So I deleted my profile after two months of searching without even meeting a man or earning a dime. I didn’t want to help make lonely singles or unhappy husbands feel like they had to buy love, intimacy, or tenderness.
I still enjoy spending time with my ex-boss
However, I still see my ex-boss. As I reflect on the whole thing, I realize I’ve found something much better than a sugar daddy in him. He helps me with my rent from time to time and invites me on nice vacations, but most of all I really enjoy spending time with him.
I enjoy taking life advice from him and he enjoys raising my standard of living. Through him I learned how relative age is when two people just get along well.
When we walk through the city holding hands, people turn their heads at us. That does not bother me. I see it more as pioneering work to break down social taboos.
What kind of relationship we have, we don’t know ourselves. We always stubbornly claim: none at all. Of course that’s nonsense. There is no denying that we have some form of interpersonal relationship with one another. But we just try not to define the whole thing.
