Things you buy through our links may earn Vox Media a commission. It all started two years ago when my bulldog, Hemingway, got sick. I imagined my life with a sugar daddy to look like a mash-up between an old black-and-white movie and a rap video β with ample time left over to write the Next Great American Something.
There would be shopping in Milan, swimming in the Maldives, and gambling in Monaco. In other words, a fantasy complete with five-star pet care.
I created accounts on several websites. Every week or two, I would meet another potential sugar daddy. Still, I took it slow. That night, Eli got lucky, too. Two months later, I had to put Hemingway down. He soon convinced me to move in. Tropical vacations and designer lingerie are decadent, but the habitual treats β like organic groceries, a cleaning lady, and pedicures β are what had me hooked.
Eyebrows may raise, but I see no moral issue here. I give Eli what money is worthless without: friendship and fun. Plus great sex. That, by the way, is the easy part. I know I have to quit β but I dread the thought of reverting back to a bodega-based diet or, God forbid, drugstore makeup.
Despite these fallbacks, many of my girlfriends β from the bossy professional to those of DIY anarchist persuasion β still ask for pointers on acquiring their own sugar daddy. Be Persistent on the Hunt. I met Eli on SeekingArrangement. With WhatsYourPrice. For a less seedy option, try searching OKCupid by salary. When you find a potential match, pick a swank restaurant so you know he really has money.
