Freeing myself of fuckboys has had its pros and cons. On the pros' side: I don't need to worry about acquiring STDs . . . On the cons' side: My life is now boring as shit.
Sexual harassment is real. It's a looming issue women are forced to deal with on the daily. Regardless of this reality, however, we only decide to talk about it when someone important does something stupid. EYE-ROLL. While these scandals primarily come from situations where what-NOT-to-do should be obvious, what about situations where there is actual ambiguity - like, dating?
I haven't forgotten to report back on my sugar sleuthing. I'm not finished with my investigation just yet. I'm taking it slow, because I'm worried about getting murdered. The sugar daddy site I've been exploring, Seeking Arrangement, is largely comprised of anonymous users - AKA - potential serial killers; so, a girl can never be too careful.
Boys tell you all the good shit on dates. This past week alone, I learned the sex habits of a well-known tech celebrity (You've probably heard of him.), the secret/not-so-secret drug culture within startups, bizarre ways founders source their employees, and how many women these founders/celebrities are sleeping with (Spoiler alert: It's A LOT.).