Sugarr Angel

Asian sugar baby, first introduced to the sugar world after being picked up by the richest restauranteur in NYC. Back in Asia now, and documenting my sugar adventure.

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Tip on getting picked up by them sugar d's.

Stop listening to your music when you're walking. Unplug yourself, start noticing the men around you.. I say this especially when you're walking down financial districts (kaching), and all these suited men walk past you. 

Yes, they may be loaded. But they can also be intimidated by your beauty (duh, you're gorj). So unplug, smile a little if someone glances your way. 

They're more likely to approach you. 

Also, stop walking like a cheetah is chasing you so that they can actually come up to you, pass you a shimmering card that reeks of future benjies.

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I did a boo boo thing.

I met a married dude from the gym, got emotionally entangled with him.

Look, I have depression, I have introversion, I have so many issues that these past few years, I haven't felt love in a long time, let alone trust someone.

He's coming to 35. He's an absolute sweetheart and an angel. When it comes to golden hearts, he is reeking of molten gold. He's kind even when no one's looking. He's kinda cute too. His wife literally moved here together with him because of her job. He's not working. She is. She's paying for their 5 grand/month loft.. and he's just.. enjoying life. 

Since I've been having so much free time after graduation, I guess I really enjoyed having his company. He'd take an hour and a half to travel to my place just to cuddle me in the morning. He'd do the sweetest of shit that even I wouldn't dream a boyfriend would do. 

Problem. It's going on over a month... and I realized this whole love thing isn't going to work. He's dry. When I mean dry, I mean broke. 

I always imagined myself to fully felt whole again from a guy who's not rich, but who lived passionately to inject some fire in me. He did for awhile.. then after awhile when I realized that I felt bad when he had to pay for my movie tickets.. I stopped being attracted to him.

Shit is complicated though. I wished I could just find a sugar daddy now but I've just been on a couple of dates the past few months and the connection was just. not. there.

I really refuse to lie to myself about the lack of chemistry. I'm done pretending that I like the pig I'm sitting opposite of. The lack of character and personality of these men I meet is appalling, albeit their pockets very full.

I wish I was back in NYC. The scene here is dry.

I miss banker. I miss your money, I miss living on the 64th floor, looking at the fucking beautiful skyline.

Maybe it's just time to enter the corporate world and start being a lady. Then, I can move on from weird fucks from SA and real rich daddies in real life. 

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I think that’s a record.

Carl says he’s in love with me, he’s crazy about me, I’m on his mind all the time, he wants to make love to me all night….. and all I can think about is how premature he is being.

He wants to go away with me the last week of August. I stopped listening at ‘if you can pay...

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Sometimes I think we're twins.

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Money's running dry, last finals in 2 days, & 2 new pots in the waiting.

I'm back in the bizzznezz, I'm tired of love. I'm tired of wearing my heart on my non-existent sleeve. 

I want meaningless sex. I want to grab your hair while you eat me out, because it's your fucking honor that I'm even in bed with you. I want to strut out of the room because I'm not batting my eyelashes hoping to cuddle post-fuck.

Yes, I miss being soulless.

I mean, seriously, I'm super sweet and all that jazz. But like Elena in Savages said "I have botox of the heart". Freeze that damn organ, take all their fucking cash, fuck their pruny old dicks and live the life I want.

Of course I have standards. I just don't have a heart anymore.

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I miss the dude I fell in love with.

But I think I'm just being a horny lil souless kitten. So I'm calling my gorgeous ex from yesteryears for a good frisky - because let's face it. Lust before love.

Dude I fell in love with - you're fucking complicating shit bro.

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Did you babies miss me? Cause guess who's back.

Priorities, priorities.

I made a wrong mistake in spending all my fucking time in the first sem of my honors year with POTS and dates - yes. I had fuck load of cash - my grades also burned in hell.

So this final sem - I took an MIA ticket from the sugar world - and I'm hopefully gonna graduate with straight A's. Priorities baby. Money will always be fucking there - but respect yourself and grant yourself the opportunity to be somebody with your own efforts.

We all knew this was coming - but yes, I'm sick of love

I haven't dated normal dudes for a fucking long time last year, so I was starting to get worried that my whole psychi's gonna be screwed up. Plus - I started to abhor the male species so much I knew I had to take a step back.

So I took a breather, told my best friend that I'm going to start dating.

And this year, I did find myself falling in love with real dudes, who weren't made of shiny titles and golden bars. So maybe I still have a soul after all.

Problem is - real people are fucking retarded to deal with. As are emotions. 

The dude I started dating from my gym/school was really sweet to begin with - then he started wanted more of my time.. more and more and more and more. When I was busy with work - he would go ape shit emotional on me and demand we talk about our feelings.

As tdotsugardrug would say - "You need a fucking hobby". 

And then I met a real nice dude - I got vulnerable with him... On our first date, we stabbed ourselves with oxytocin.. but he has a self esteem issue, for some fuckin reason, as well as being a potential jealous maniac who doesn't wanna fuck me because he wants to respect me (even when I just seriously need the fuck. come on dude.)

So I'm back in the game

I'm graduating & I'm going to take some time off my life to just do the shit I want. I'm suddenly not happy that I'm done with everything. Like Keanu Reeves said, "I don't need to be happy to live". I think I wasn't made for happiness either, or real love for that matter.

I'm gonna be training twice a day every single day to prep for my first competition in some sport I can't say because that shit's too revealing. But hey, I need to fuck soon because my testosterones are on overload.

Also - money would be nice. Because I'm thinking of travelling to Brazil or somewhere to do some volunteer work for abit. 

Hi sugar babies - I missed all of you. You gorgeous, intelligent, take-no-nonsense ladies.

I'm back.

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Cant wait for the day I can afford to have my own sugar baby and pamper her <3

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Might be flying down to NYC this friday.

Because I'm spontaneous like that. ;)

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happy valentine's to all the beautiful, smart, sexy sugar babies <3

I wuv you!

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Ok, I lied. Lane and I are still together, although I do feel our relationship is progressing into an actual relationship. I’d probably cry if we break up (which is most likely going to happen in two months).

I have an old/new POT. I won’t name him, there’s no need to just yet. He’s promising...

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<3 I love how your boyfriend's so supportive. :)

The guys I'm dating will proper do a backflip.

Thrice.

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probably how I'd dress in NYC all the damn time.

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surgeon just sent me a surprise delivery of a massive bouquet of tulips and chocolates :)

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All I wanna be, is a flarfee bunny.

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Even when I try to walk away from the lifestyle, it seems that I have SUGARBABY plastered all over my face.

My gym's close to the 10k/month service apartment Banker put me up in. So the other day, PhD (broke, sweet dude who's trying to normally date me) walked me from the gym, and we ended up waiting for a cab at the concierge. And suddenly, rich men carrying callaways, and oh, hi MD of (insert bank here), I just saw you on Bloomberg this morning... and they be staring at my face. PhD's absolutely clueless, he told me he couldn't afford to buy me flowers for Valentine's Day because he only has $x00 in his bank account. I paid for his dinner that night out of guilt. 

So, I'm in a sticky situation, I guess I met someone, and I'm getting 1k/week... but since he's out stationed as a surgeon, he's only going to fly in once every 2 months. He's sweet, he's good looking, he dresses well, we connect.. but I feel like we're more of partners in crime. You know? We get each other, and we laugh at the same shit, but I just don't see him sexually. He loves me because I'm not a vapid model shit head that he's so used to. I don't know if I can hold it up trying to pretend like I dig him, but he's been really kind to me. 

I miss falling crazily in love with someone.

But I think I've just fallen crazily in love with not needing anyone. I survive so fucking well on my own.

It's sad, but sometimes, I just wanna be alone.

Oh, and I think the peeps at my favorite steakhouse where I bring pots are starting to smell something, but they love me nonetheless. I brought surgeon the other night.. and we blew over a grand. I love me some Japanese Wagyu. *drools. But nothing beats taking my parents out to a nice dinner <3 the company > food. (sometimes, at least)

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Who knew love'd find me.

I've been seeing this guy who's from my MMA gym, and who's doing a PhD at my uni for a week now. Nothing super serious. But endearing enough to make me believe that this heart doesn't need to be super cold forever.

Then comes a golden pot. who just asked me out for a drink tonight, while PhD is off travelling to celebrate his birthday.

$1000 for a glass of wine?

Or is it $1000 to test my soul, my heart, and what I really want.

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you babies are the best :) thank you for all the supportive advice and strength. you babies deserve the world.. but for now, I pray you all get all the tiffany's, loubies and cash your heart desires :)

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Sugar Slumps & Bumps;

I've been missing, babies. Because mentally, I needed a break, so I took one.

I went from that diamond status baby raking in 15k a month, to just being burnt out. The truth is, while I may be good at sugaring, the money wasn't enough. All along I sold myself as the perfect sugar baby because I didn't want love, I didn't want affection or commitment - I'm just that gorgeous trophy who happens to be hella intelligent to keep up with you. 

Then I guess. That empitness kicked in. 

You looked at that brown satchel, in which you kept folds of greens. 10 grand under your pillow, yet you felt poor as fuck.

I stopped contacting everyone. I took my cash, and flew to Spain for 2 weeks by myself. I spent that money skiing, doing whatever the fuck I want. I went to expensive restaurants alone - do you know how free I felt? Not trying to impress someone, or be on perfect behavior. I had a chocolate souffle crafted by a 2 star M.Star chef in Barcelona.. and went back to a penthouse suite without lying beside someone I didn't love. I was alone, I was free, and it felt good.

Of course, this need for love, might just be some hormonal phase in my life. I had a NORMAL date last night. It was a major disaster, but with all disasters come a silver lining - and that silver lining is the joke that we may all share in laughter. I'm not going to go on, but let's just say. He was a grumpy motherfucker who asked me 'where's a good make out spot near my neighbourhood'. He also proceeded to throw a passive fit when I repeatedly told him I'm not going to make out with him. 

I think I might just jump ship and give in to dating girls.