I’ve read lots of “How To” job post on how to meet wealthy men. But a lot of them are paraprofessional jobs (i.e. air hostess, car dealership, etc) that require a lot of time, training, and unavailable commitment. But, if you’re in school and or just in between SDs and need to make ends meet. Here are some decent, everyday, and easy part time jobs that also keep your eyes on the prize.

1. 💊 Cashier at a Pharmacy: in wealthy subdivisions ONLY. Hardly anyone is exempt from needing an Rx here or there. Esp. old, high net worth, highly stressed men. lol

2. 🕋 Front Desk at A Hotel: For obvious reasons. This is a job that I heavily considered BUT, be careful. Most hotel chains have a strict “No Fraternizing with Guest” policy, even off premises! This can apply to casino workers also. This can be kind of counterproductive, which is why I chose not to pursue. But hey, maybe you can!

3. 🥃Bartender: at High End restaurants ONLY. Bar tending can be kind of stressful, UNLESS, you’re meeting rich men every night. So, def aim for the high end bars.

❗️But not serving. I served for years. But found, that no matter how many wealthy men were attracted to me. They simply WERE NOT going to risk the indiscretion to exchange contact with “the help” over a table full of business pals & colleagues who, ALSO know they’re married. Bars attract solo patrons and tend to be more discreet.

4. 🍺 Concession Stands: at professional/college sports stadiums and arenas. Get those beer mugs ready! lol.

5. 👔 Luxury MEN retailers: any Men’s Warehouse, Polo, Hugo, etc in the mall. Mmmm 😋

6. 🍷Quality Steak, Specialty Foods, & Wine Shops: Most men who are wealthy tire/bore of the fancy restaurants and business-over-dinner meals. So they end up grilling, cooking, and drinking at home alone. Yet they still want and seek quality in their food.

7. ✈️ Retailers, Restaurants, Vendors IN an airport: I remember being lost at the Raleigh-Durham Int Airport trying to find my terminal. And every now and then I would walk past a watch shop or restaurant/grill only to see some succulently wealthy looking man by himself or sitting at the bar. If only I knew then what I know now, lol.

8. 🏌Country Club: bartender or golf services.

So, I went to have dinner at the bar of this mexican restaurant . So, behind me were these 3 older men at a high top table. So, every time I turned around these guys kept smiling or throwing sweet looks at me. Especially this handsome one in particular. He looked like legit 💰 SD material. So, when the guys finally get up to leave he approaches me and makes small talk.

The only problem was the bar was fullllll of people to my left and right. I did not want to be seen exchanging numbers with him in public🙈. So i just chuckled at his little joke and let him be on his way. He even turned around once more almost as though he knew I wanted to exchange #s. I watched him leave through the window of the bar and he got into a cream porsche . I’m so annoyed with the fact that I let perfectly good POT slip through my fingers 😭😭.

1. They generally have more money built up over a lifetime.

2. Their kids are more than likely adults by then. which = more freed up money for meee, lol.

3. They tend to have finer taste.

4. They’re usually more charming/nicer/ less offensive. I think after a certain age men just know what to and what NOT to say.

5. They’re usually more giving/accommodating because they’re USED to taking care of family, wives, kids.

6. They pose less of a physical threat.

7. They generally have more money, built up over a lifetime, lol.

8. They tend to not be as pressed/thirsty for sex.

9. Massive and varied rolodex of connections.

Feel free to add on. "SDs" under 40 give me pause for some reason. Just, no 🚫.

so, i live in a decent sized city. it isn’t that big like chicago or d.c. but there’s only like a handful of nice restaurants/places that are great for free styling. so, I end up going to like the same 5 or 6 places at least once, sometimes twice a week. These are the same places that I end up meeting guys or go on POT dates to also.

so the problem is after being seen at these places SO often with different (usually older, white) men, employees begin to connect the dots. so i was at one of my favorite places to freestyle (a casino live music venue) and one of the bartenders who has a crush on me approached me and was like “hey, i pointed you out to one of my coworkers and she said that you were a hooker.” 😒😒 i just threw a fit and made it seem like his coworkers were crazy or something, lol. 🙄. i don’t classify myself as a “hooker”, but the subtle differences between sb’s and hookers really dont hold much weight to those on the outside.

i just wished i was in a bigger city so i wouldn’t be seen so often at the same places. it’s almost like everywhere i go, ppl know whats up.

My First SD experience.

He was a legit SD and was a millionaire many times over and was over 60. But he was probably the most obnoxious, immature, insulting, country, drunkard person I had ever experienced. However, after 2 meets we had decided on an arrangement.

So, we decide to go out of town 3 hours away. So, one of my standards for long distance travel is that he always facilitate travel. Even if it is just a couple of hours away. Mainly because I’m a student and really, a 4 hour turn around could be better spent studying. So, I ask that he send a driver to pick me up at the leasing office of my apt complex. Im expecting a little car or something to come pick me up. But to my surprise, he sends a gorgeous stretch limo 😯. Which of course looked very ….. odd, at my mid level, student apartment complex, lol. But it was nice. So, the driver is im guessing a friend of his since he looked well over 50 also.

So me and my SD meet in his hometown where he drives an hour from there to our destination. Well, we check in and before we leave our room he criticizes my outfit (heels), jewelry and choice to carry a purse. I just wrote it off as him being…..a country bumpkin.

We get there and had an okay time as he was teaching me how to gamble🎲 at all of these different tables, ate at a really nice steakhouse, went to this nice live music venue. We also indulged in the free drinks at the casino and this is where things turn kinda sour. He let me sit at the table and gamble. He stood over me knocking back drink after drink. I didn’t know how to gamble THAT WELL😏 ( I largely know what I’m doing) but if I made a bad play he would start cursing and saying obscene things 🗣over my head and in my ear where everyone could hear. Even the dealer would throw me a look like 😳 ,“wtf”?

So, the end of the night is drawing near and my anxiety starts to gather like slowly but surely😰. Kind of like when you’re in the doctors room about to get a shot. My nerves were going ballistic because I know it’s almost time to sleep with this man whom i’ve grown to loathe 😷 at this point. So at this point Im deliberately making bad plays to buy time from going back into our hotel room 🤔. It’s like 1am, so he says in a few more rounds we need to go back to our room 😱😱. I rush in 3 more rum and cokes from the cocktail waitress because my nerves are spiking.

So, back at our room, he’s in bed very quickly (of course) however I’m still kind of nervous so I’m in the bathroom literally taking forever to take off my jewelry & settle in. So I climb in bed and of course he rolls over and starts taking his “liberty” of fondling me like an overeager virgin. But, I’m so uncomfortable that I start playfully objecting. Like “what are you doing, lol”, “you’re so awkward”? After an awkward moment, he rolls over and frustratingly says “just forget it” . I was mildly relieved, but as I laid on my side of the bed I knew I had silently forfeit my “allowance” out of sheer nervousness. I was disappointed in myself. Fuck!

I woke up to myself early the next morning telling myself “you did not go through all of this for nothing”, and when he awoke he of course, tried again, and this time I just let it happen. He literally smelled like cereal, corn flakes😷. And he kept grunting, not like in a sexy way, but old man grunting 🙄. He was not stimulating AT ALL and his condom was ill fitting. He kept talking about how beautiful my skin was while I was counting down the seconds until it was over, literally in my mind counting the SECONDS. We started at 8:30 am, I know because I was facing a digital clock and told myself to “just hang in there until the clock strikes 8:45”. At 8:45 I said “ I need to go take a shower, I think checkout is at 11”. and like that, it was over 🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾.

He drove me all the way back to the leasing office of my complex. When we got out and hugged he handed me an envelope ✉️💵 with my allowance. On the envelope was the moniker of the hotel we stayed in, meaning yes, I almost forfeit my allowance as he waited until the morning of to secure it in an envelope.

as many other sugar babies have shared before, i agree that there is waaaaay too much delusion 💅🏾🍷in the sugar bowl. i feel like most sb’s looooove to share and talk about the spoils 💎💰which is cool, or even some of the 😂😫 funny and or embarrassing parts of sugaring.

but i think the sugar bowl would be so much better and supportive if more babies were to share the not so pretty sides of sugaring. like the awful sex😷, the scrutiny,😞 the stares😳, and opinions of others out in public places. or even getting texts like these or having to submit information to a mans wife because you know she’s gone through his phone and has all of your naked pictures and is threatening to expose you.

this is the same woman/POT story that I shared about in a previous post who had added me on fb. she threatened to hire a PI. I ignored her initial threats and then shared with her husband so that HE could do damage control. He told me not to worry about it and that she had dropped the situation😒. however, as a woman, I KNEW that she had dropped it out loud, but not really. so a few weeks had passed and everything was fine again. but one morning i received a phone call from the POTs number which she had flubbed. she then proceeds to tell me how she knows everything about me and what i do. in a frenzy, i hang up on her. she DID hire a pi and knew where i lived, where i went to school, where i worked, and who my parents were.

Married POTs

sooo, this morning i decided to go through my fb messenger inbox, and look through unfiltered request and messages. welp, sitting at the top of my inbox were messages from this woman that had been sitting for a couple of days now.

she is the wife of a POT that ive literally never even met. this POT regularly sends me an allowance to hold me over until we can ACTUALLY meet. however, it may be defunct as he’s starting to get sloppy 😒😒.