I Was A Sugar Baby!

It was one of those days when the Sun was shining and I needed to get out the house. I decided to hangout with one of my friends in Uptown. We settled on a little bit of day drinking and would see where the evening took us. We went to the Tavern, walked over to the Fremont, and then ended up at the Pourhouse. I just knew I wasn’t going to be out all night, until the drinks started pouring and conversation was flowing. Everything was going smooth until my friend wanted to befriend these twenty something year-old women. That’s when I knew, either the night would turn out good or possibly bad. One thing you should know about me, my Confidently Awkward Peeps, I’m the type of person that goes with the flow in life and tries to enjoy the experience of whatever situation I am in, and that is just what happened.

My friend introduces me to these girls and right off the bat, they were sloppy drunk, and rightfully so! They were young, vibrant, and full of all types of energy. I turned thirty and was introduced to a different way of living and am definitly settling into this lifestyle quite well. My friend buys all of us rounds of tequila and we continue to talk and get to know each other. At this point they are asking us if we want to go to this party. I’m cautiously optimistic about it, but at the same time, I wanted to take my ass home. My friend was all for it. The girl who was “hosting” this party (we’ll call her Marie for blogging purposes) said that it was a birthday party for her boyfriend and there would be other doctor’s there and it would be a good time. Seeing these young women, I was like okay, so maybe they know some up and coming doctors, this was going to be a cute little kick back, and I would be able to network with like minded people.

Marie ends up paying for all of her friends drinks and then orders a XXL Uber for us to hop in to head to her boyfriend’s place in Edina. As I’m in the backseat sitting with one of these young ladies, she instantly makes a comment to me stating, “If you don’t feel comfortable, you are more than welcome to leave.” My immediate response to that is, “I’ll be fine, I can hold my own.” So the music is playing, vibes are flowing, and the closer and closer we are getting to the party, things seem a little off. I can hear Marie repeatedly saying, “I can’t wait to see Daddy”, “I missed Daddy.” Like any normal female we may call our men by the name in certain intimate situations, but she was too fluid when she was saying it. Then her sister immediately blurted out, that this was her SUGAR DADDY! Within less than ten minutes we were outside of this million dollar home. At this point, I already accepted my fate. I couldn’t believe what was happening and my friend was rolling with the punches. I reluctantly settled into the fact that I would be a Sugar Baby for the night.

I walk into this party and can you just guess who’s all there? I’ll give you a second. There was about six white men standing around the island in the kitchen and yes you guessed it… I was the only full black person at this party. I went into this euphoric mode of numbness, not really sure how to explain that, but it was how I felt. I wasn’t intimidated by the room, if anything I read the room. The only thing that I was shocked about was that I was actually at a Sugar Daddy Party and I might have just been recruited. One of the fifty year-old men there asked me if I wanted some wine, I kindly declined, and asked if they had any dark beer. I think they were all confused by this, but at this point I really didn’t care. I’m a very observant person and decided that I needed to go to another room and ask questions about this whole situation.

I go sit down in a room off of the kitchen and begin asking Marie’s sister, Stacey, some questions about what the hell was going on here. She basically said to me, “Girl, if you wanna make this money, you better go out there.” I obviously declined this invitation. One thing about me is, it’s cool to be wined and dined, but I didn’t need any of their money. Stacey then began to tell me that this was Marie’s Sugar Daddy’s house and that his wife and children were in another state and Marie basically lives there and can come and go as she pleases. Ya’ll, I was beyond shocked, confused, looking for the nearest exit. I couldn’t believe what I had gotten myself into. I began drinking my beer and others started to trinkle into the house. Some older women started to walk in, just all types of people, but I was still the only black person at this party!

Next thing I know, a guy named Mark, who had got me my first beer, came over by me and started talking about his Brewery that is located around the North Loop area. Jackpot! From a business standpoint, this was a major networking situation for me and honestly the guy was kind of cute; super grungy, not like the other “Sugar Daddys”, he had morals. Not saying that all Sugar Daddys don’t have morals, but the ones at this party were very questionable. He offers to get me a beer and I happily accept. But as he walks away, I’m like ‘damnit, he’s going to slip some shit in my beer.’ The total opposite happened, he came back with the can of beer and a glass for me to pour it in. He was the perfect gentleman! Damn, I wish I could remember what beer I drank, it was so good. I dygress! We continue to talk and he tells me about his daughter and then out of nowehere, he vanishes. I was like, ‘well no pressure there.’

The night goes on and then I get the attention of this ditsy girl by the name of Angela. She was like “You’re very interesting, like there’s just something about you.” My brain immediately accepted the “complicated”, but my brain was telling me that she was intrigued by this melanin, piercings, and confidence. I was not thirsty for any of those old men at that party, if anything I needed to find my friend and get the hell out of dodge. I finished my beer and went into the kitchen where the other young ladies were seated. I could tell that Stacey was super drunk and Marie was galavanting around the party. We exchange Instragram handles, I called a Lyft and got the hell out of there. I felt so awful for being so naive about this party, I couldn’t live with myself for about a week. I couldn’t believe what was coming out of my mouth when I told my friends about everything that happened. I had to tell my Confidently Awkward Peeps about this because I hope you can find some Do’s and Dont’s from my experience. Have you all ever been in a situation like this? What would you have done? Would you have been able to read the room?

No lie… the only regret I have is that I should have got Mark’s number… for networking purposes of course!!!

This is a safe, fun, and nonjudgmental space… use it for those purposes! But until next time Peeps continue to be CONFIDENTLY AWKWARD… UNAPOLOGETICALLY that is!!!