In a sense, it all began when I was born. I 'came up' with minimal. Government-assisted housing, scary noises in the middle of the night, and an appreciation for round-the-clock patrol cars. I learned fast that this was not the way to Saks on 5th. Fast forward eight-years and I find myself living quite comfortable. Mommy got a new husband and I was greatly benefiting. Big houses, new cars, more pets than I could really care for and a penchant for new toys and new clothes. Speed up the clock about 12 more years and after a few bad decisions in college I get cut off. *GASP* 'But, daddy pleeeaaassee!' Let the sugar hunt begin.....
Hi! 22yr old Cherry Cakes at your service. Serving up a little sugar honesty. I've been *quote-unquote* sugar dating since April of this year. But I've really been harpooning for extra cash flow since the womb. Can you blame me?! I could get into the morality of it all but let's not mince words here. I want $ and you want the Cherry Cakes arm candy special. Trade-off?
So in my delirium of trying to figure out how in the world I was going to buy those Louboutin lace booties from the Fall 09 collection I realized ther is a void in the Sugar Baby blogosphere. "Attention all sugarettes, attention all sugarettes. Are you out there?" They must be strung out on all the sugar. So I'll shine a spotlight for the strong minded. I tend to be brass and if it's not your cup of herbal green tea I suggest you go back to trolling Craigslist. Merci!
Alright the intros are done here is the 411. I signed up to yet another sugardaddy site (I have 3. don't judge) about .5 secs ago and got to talking to an older Mr. this afternoon. Let's call him Teeth (bc dude has the sickest grill. all aligned super straight and pearly white. almost like a horsey but they suit him). Anywho, Teeth was well spoken, mildly entertaining and fell for the ol' "sweet as pie" line. hook. line. sinker. No lie, I'v been sent the dentist bill for a toothache once or twice but in the sugar world sweet = naive and naive = broke. Well, he failed to mention his actual wages on the site but my CherrySenses™ tell me boyfriend's got it going on. So we go through the usual banter "You're beautiful" "Thanks, you're handsome" [pause] "You're so sweet" "Really? I never heard that before" [pause] "I'm glad you're so nice" "*Yawn*" [short pause] "What?" "O nothing, When are you availableto meet?" Homeboy tells me he's in a relationship. Great, one of those. I hate those. But last year's beaten up Givenchy's catch my eye and I agree to meet up. Sellout. Bash away.
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