Ehh. Here goes. I don’t even know how long it’s been since I’ve REALLY blogged because I took a break from the bowl. I was already dull and not really into it because I was working myself hard. This particular date broke me. Ive just been exhausted y'all. To THEE worst date ive had since entering the bowl. (And I’m officially one now)
Kenneth (his real name..I did my research) is a very MANIPULATIVE and DANGEROUS man. Very dangerous ladies. He came to me on tinder looking for a SB right off the bat. It sounded too good to be true and I knew it was. I didn’t want to write this post and its extremely late but Im going to summerize because itd be waaaay too long and embarrassing honestly.
First and foremost for the one week i talked to Kenneth, he used the lure of money to threaten me get me to play his “game” his way. However, I could give a rats ass about a photo of money. Its not real money until its in my purse. The following happened the night we met for dinner…
Before meeting up, he asked what I was wearing. Assuming he wanted to match me or was “unaware” of the dress code I told him. He then asked me what panties I was wearing. When I wouldn’t tell him he sent me the pic of the money again and told me that not telling him would be dangerous. I ignored him but this was the first BIG red flag.
He blew my phone up with calls/texts the entire time I was getting ready and omw to the restaurant. I wasn’t even late…
He refused to eat and lectured/chastised me the entire night for having one glass of wine and for eating the bread at the table. He kept repeating about how alcohol is bad, how I’m going to be drunk, how I shouldn’t drive, that I couldn’t order anymore and to never drink while I’m out with him again.
A few gentlemen came to respectfully compliment me about how beautiful I was and how lucky he was to have me as a date. He then proceeded to tell me very loudly and explicitly in this QUIET FIVE STAR restaurant about how it turned him on knowing everyone in the restaurant wanted to fuck me. Seriously. Only 3 gentleman came to our table.. then he explained in great detail his fantasy of watching me have sex with older white men because he has a thing for interracial sex b/w OLD white men and YOUNG black girls.
Thoughout the dinner I noticed his flash constantly going off on his phone. I thought it was his text message alerts. I was annoyed but ignored it. Then after the 6/7th time he interrupted me mid sentence to again shout at our table “DAMMIT!”. I asked was he ok and this cockeyed fucker tells me that this entire time he’s been trying to take pictures up my dress but he couldn’t see anything because my legs were crossed and he wanted to see if I really had on panties. I didn’t even try to hide my disgust when I told him I was uncomfortable.
At this point I wanted to go home but he convinced me to go to a strip club. He offered me the requested compensation for my travels when we arrived. It was $20. I drove a truck………also it turned out to be a gay male strip club. The night was getting even more hellish by the minute. As we walk inside he hands me a single crumpled dollar and tells me to hand it to a stripper. I refused and told him it was degrading to both me and the stripper to entertain a single bill. He handed me another and literally pushed me towards the stage. I handed the stripper the money and got slapped in the face with his dick 😑😑😂😂😂😂. My pores hollered!
As i walked back he handed me a 20 and whispered about how that turned him on and how he had already masturbated to me several times that day and how he’ll get off on this too and how he hasn’t missed a single day of masturbating since HS. SOMEONE INSERT THAT NICKI MINAJ MEME OF MEEK WHISPERING IN HER EAR CAUSE THAT’S HOW I FELT!
A stripper walks up to me and asks if I want a dance. I ask Kenneth if it’s fine and he’s more for it than I am so I agree. As the stripper is dancing Kenneth is asking me if I’ll show the stripper was panties i have on. The stripper is grinding in between my legs and Kenneth is pulling up my dress. Im pulling my dress dwn and this struggle continues to go on as the stripper puts his hands between my legs. I move his hands. So I’m trying to keep my dress down and keep the strippers hands from between my legs. The stripper has me PENT down on three chair i can’t move or really breathe because his chest is on my face. Kenneth picks up my foot and is sucking my toes. IN THE STRIP CLUB!! Im trying to pull my leg away but he’s got a good grip, plus I’m trying to move the stripper to catch my breath and keep my dress down. The stripper must think he’s doing a good job because he’s moaning in my ear and all that extra shit. Finally he lets up to ducking kiss me on the mouth. That’s IT for me! I push him and tell him I’m done. I finally snatch my foot from Kenneth. Everybody is looking shocked like I wasn’t basically just gang banged in the fucking club. Kenneth gets mad because the stripper kissed me and because he was moaning in my ear. He had to be forced to pay the stripper and he stormed out. I followed behind him and he yells at me for 15 mins i kid you not about how I’m rude and disrespectful. How we were suppose to be exclusive and how I was plotting to meet the stripper at 2:30 am to fuck and his feelings were hurt. Y'all I’ve never been so blown in my fucking life! I cut him off at the 15 min mark and told him that if thinks I’m give his strange ass one more min of my time that he’s delusional.
On my way home he blew my phone up again with 5 calls and fucking TWENTY TWO messages ( broken up thoughout the night and next morning of course/ longest message in butt hurt POT History) and sent me yet ANOTHER photo of the SAME money with my name, number and the date and was basically pleading, bargaining, then threatening me then finally say “this was in my trunk. I was gonna give it to you tonight. You blew it. Continue to kiss and fool around with whoever you was before me”. Then he sent me one of those “Have a blessed day” gif with the bible 😂😂😂😂😂. I simply told him that I’m on to him and that I’d make sure he never finds another SB again.
I’ve never included a number in a blacklist but if you’re open to it, PLEASE call/ text this number to let him know he’s a piece of shit or whatever it is that you think of him.
DON’T JUST LIKE. REBLOG TO HELP YOUR SUGAR SISTERS!! I didn’t even want to write this post. It’s embarrassing to take such an L after a full yr in the bowl but it happens. I shared because I want to help so help me spread the word far. REBLOG!
Men love when I mean love when you smell good.. so I just bought perfume from Zara called fruity and I freaking love it and it sticks!! I regret buying the rollerball which was $5.90 instead of the big one!! Must have…. Must!!
I created the sugar list out of need. I needed to songs to get ready to, to boost my confidence to, to remember why I had decided to go pro in the first place. Once I started the list, I found myself listening to and discovering new songs to add to the list. It’s an ever growing monster that I hope you enjoy. There are some songs that would be perfect on this playlist that I avoided because I had exhausted their appeal to me and others because I didn’t like the artist or the message they were providing. This list is just a jumping off point. Tweak it to your hearts content.
Whatever You Like- T.I.- Perhaps one of the first songs I ever heard that talked about sugaring. It’s still a dream. A man that will look me in the eye and say I can have whatever I like? Please, sugar gods, please.
Can’t Tell Me Nothing- Kanye West- This is my reminder that I’m not sugaring for accessories. I’m trying to better myself. To get certain things that will advance me towards my goal. To build a business that will get my money so right, I’ll only have men around for giggles.
All N My Grill- Missy Elliott- To the men who want to text and email and date the women they met on SD sites but don’t want to do the one thing that the site says they should be doing. Why aren’t they paying bills?
She Wants to Move- N.E.R.D. - When it’s time for me to leave you, when it’s time for me to dance, you don’t need to come with me, daddy.
About the Money- T.I.- His second feature on this list and perhaps one of the more obvious songs. If it aint about the money, why are we speaking? What else could you possibly offer?
Mascara- Jazmine Sullivan- Perhaps the song that speaks the most blatantly about life as a sugar baby on this list and the song that I think should be the sugar baby anthem, it’s a reminder to always stay well dressed, always stay ready for more.
LI-TER-FUCKIN-LY ! Y’all this man responded, “Lol”.
Now, this is where a lot of sugar babies make an mistake. They allow this mans mockery of how much it cost to support their needs/wants sting, they allow themselves to become vulnerable to manipulative and cheap men…
I simply explained to him in the most polite and bitchy tone ever (because ladies sometimes sugar may just in look like salt), “The outfits that you so politely complimented and admired, the makeup, the hair, nails, smooth legs, they all cost. So to maintain your desired image and my lifestyle that you wish to be included in (since you messaged me) you have to support me. In exchange for your support, I shower you in attention, affection, make men envious of you, and offer you an introduction to a diverse culture. I thought that was the kind of man you were, and the interest you had in mind. However I apologize that you cant afford me and my lifestyle and I wish you the best of luck!
See what I did there, “your desired image, make men envious of you, thought that was the kind of man you were, you cant afford me”. Subliminally bruising his ego. Sooo just to try and prove how much of a man he is, now he’ll be competitive, hungry to try prove me wrong. Which he was and immediately he began to retract his statement, and accept my offers. :) people just really want what they cant have…well cant afford.
& since he was acting all funnyI will neeed my cash in hand before anythannnng.
This, ladies, is why you shouldn’t lowball yourselves
Let me start of by saying, what in the actual fuck. The whole point of being a SB, was to get $$$$ honey. I’m so tired of my fellow new SB saying this, so let me break this down for you.
Baby your sugar daddy ain’t gone be scared to ask for nudes, videos, extra pics (even though you already have 5 on your profile), and sex.
Your landlord and bill collectors won’t be scared to ask for their due.
Your school won’t be scared to ask for that board, tuition, meal plan. Your teachers won’t be scared to make you get the most expensive books.
Your 9-5 won’t be scared to cut your hours or let you go.
Your car won’t be scared to break down. Your plumbing won’t be scared to go to shit.
Your hair and nails will not give a fuck about you trying to stretch your last. Your stomach will not be afraid to growl. Your hygiene products, groceries, medicine, and other essential will need to be bought.
So you better get your damn nerves together or go clock in at another 9-5. Shit you might fuck around and let them short your check.