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.
I've been questioning how personal I should get with this blog. Sure, I talk about my sex and dating life, but what do you really know about me? Not much. I read somewhere that people get really into it when bloggers show their human side. Looks like it's time to get human. 😘
I officially apologize for all the times I've called any of you "pigs," "fuckboys," or "male chauvinists." Why? Because I am a female fuckboy.
I swiped right on a couple. Then I ghosted them.
Some people do juice cleanses. Some people do yoga. Others . .
Most of us are familiar and finally comfortable with popular modern dating apps. You’ve probably tried out a few, and they were probably whatever. What you may not be too familiar with, however, is the secret sugar society that walks among us.
There comes a point when hating on the "basic" just makes you bitter. Bitter is basic, pHool.
The Silicon Valley is an endless supply of well-packaged disappointments.
Tinder: We're all assholes here.
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.).