Sweet Sugar: Behind the Scenes at a Sugar Baby Party
What happens when sugar daddies and sugar babies meet in real life?
For many women, their ultimate fantasy is landing a rich guy who will shower them with expensive gifts, fancy dinners and exotic trips – the bigger his bank account, the better. It’s a storyline that tends to get lots of play on TV and in the movies. Except that in addition to being wealthy, the “leading man” almost always also happens to be drop-dead gorgeous, runs some sexy multi-national corporation and is always available. Of course, in reality, you might possibly get one of the above, but the likelihood of anything more is pretty far-fetched. But hey, you can’t blame a girl for dreaming, right?
As you may have heard, there are plenty of Internet dating sites that cater to wealthy gentlemen (“sugar daddies”) who want to meet women for “companionship” and ladies who are looking for someone to finance their lifestyles and their dreams (“sugar babies”).
We’ve also heard reports of sugar daddies (some married, some not) who are willing to offer as much as $20,000 as a “monthly allowance” for one of those sugar babies to spend time with them. But is such an arrangement for real?
Recently, we heard that one of the sites promoting these types of relationships was hosting a meet-and-greet party for members at a cigar bar in Manhattan, so your intrepid reporter decided to check it out and see what the scene is really like.
The first thing I noticed was the ‘70s disco music blaring throughout the cigar bar.
I haven’t heard Kool and the Gang since my mom sang along to it in the car when I was a kid. But after a quick look around, it seemed like maybe this was oh-so-intentional, since ‘twas the decade when many of the men in the place were probably in their prime. The majority of would-be “daddies” were white and they weren’t young (median age 50). They also weren’t fit (most had impressive bellies).
The women came in all sizes, heights, races and ages. All wore dresses — some demure, some that looked like they just exited a stripper pole. One woman, a brunette college student who took the train from her school in upstate New York for the event, seemed eager to talk. When I asked what she thought of the men there, she replied, “I don’t care what they look like, as long as they finance my trip to Barcelona.”