I never thought of becoming a sugar baby until one day I bumped into this boring-ass guy I met at a park. If people tell you that meeting people at parks is a good idea, I would be wary.  We talked for a few, and he asked me out, I went to his house enjoyed an ice tea on his terrace – a decent date.

When I missed the last bus home,  he said, “I’ll take you home.” He went into another room, rummaged around and appeared with two bicycles and handed one to me. He biked me home. Or rather, I biked myself home. Thirty minutes later, I came back drenched in sweat and thought to myself, I’ve had it.

That’s when I decided to try the sugar life.

My First Sugar

My first sugar relationship was with.. let’s call him Andy. He was in his early thirties and lived in L.A. I lived in Vancouver at the time. However, his job required him to come up to Vancouver often, so we would see each other once or twice a month. (I’m just going to leave out the generous gifts and presents).

He had his own successful production company, and I was finishing my last year in university, so, seeing him a couple of times a month was perfect for me because most of the time I had my head in the books. What I liked about my relationship with Andy is that I didn’t feel obliged to text him or see him continually.

He would message me when he was coming, and that was it. It was easy. I didn’t feel that he wasn’t interested in me because we didn’t talk all the time. It was just that we were both busy. When we met, we would update each other on what’s going on in our lives.

Lived it

The great part was that Andy and I had a lot of things in common. Firstly, we were both vegans. I know, it may not seem that important, but it made eating out a lot easier.

Also, our similar lifestyles allowed us to enjoy each other’s company without fussing about what we were going to do. We’d go kayaking around Vancouver Island, go on weekend trips to Seattle and go shopping in downtown Vancouver.

If you think that this sounds like a relationship, it’s because it was. We enjoyed each other’s company but understood what the boundaries were and respected them.

We both agreed to end it

After I graduated from university, I enrolled in a master’s program overseas. I, of course, told Andy about it and though he was sad to hear the news, he supported me, settled my student debts – as promised and understood that I had to go.

We agreed to end this sugar relationship so, as a goodbye gift, he took me on a trip to Hawaii. It was my first time in Hawaii, and waking up beside him every morning in a bungalow on the beach was an unforgettable experience.

It’s been four years since I’ve seen him and owe still occasionally check-in with each other to see how we’re doing. Since then, he’s inspired me to continue sugar dating land though he’s my first, he’s not my last.

And when I say he’s not my last, I mean, not my last – as in I’m now gunning for a few daddies.