But am I being naive in thinking sugar daddy dating is simply a case of click and collect, or are online arrangements one step away from selling yourself to the highest bidder?
I signed up to where ‘the classy, attractive and affluent meet’.
Sugar daddy dating as been around for years, long before the internet or dating sites.
Remember the cliché of the man in the middle of a mid-life crisis – trading the Honda in for a Porsche and the wife for a younger model?
I began to think that when targeting a man with dough, a girl is best off fishing in a more transparent pool – ie one that does what it says on the tin rather than masquerading as a traditional dating site.
cuts to the chase – and while I was now dubious at how many more ‘millionaires’ would be on there than were on at least I wouldn’t have to invest so much time talking about trouts in Yorkshire or anal sex.
Sugar daddy dating is an arrangement between consenting adults – and a way for people who prefer to avoid the formalities of traditional dating and cut straight to the chase, to meet.
Whether you love or loathe Tinder, there is no denying it has changed online dating forever.
‘I’d like to book you next Thursday.’ ‘My last arrangement included £250 a week, £1,000 per month long term – how does that sound?
’ Bloody good to be honest – oops, ignore me, just thinking aloud.
I started chatting to a ‘millionaire’ and within three email exchanges he was talking about what a strong connection he felt we had, and how he couldn’t wait to ‘make love to me’ (eurgghh). With a decent fake tan and a push-up bra, I’d wager you could bag yourself a holiday in Barbados every couple of months to boot.
London Honey77 seemed like as good a profile name as any, given that I can rarely be bothered to travel outside of the M25 for a date (not even for bags of gold) and I’d imagine it was ‘honey’ (ahem) most men were looking for.
Here’s what I wrote on my profile – ‘I am a positive, fun-loving girl from London looking to meet somebody for good times, interesting conversation and plenty of fun.
Most looked more like welders from Clacton-on-Sea than hedge fund managers from Knightsbridge.