Currently listening to: Lightning Crashes – Live
Oh, now feel it comin’ back againLike a rollin’ thunder chasing the windForces pullin’ from the center of the Earth againI can feel itI can feel it
The other day, a coworker casually asked if I’d ever considered being a sugar baby.
I laughed and told her I’d probably get fired within a week. Honestly, I’d be the worst sugar baby. I’d most likely ghost him after two texts and show up to dinner with a full-blown resting bitch face if I feel like I’m being forced to do something. Like… sometimes I just don’t have the energy to “people,” you know? #introvertlife. But… there are also times when I like being manhandled and want to feel like a passenger princess but I have to be in the mood. #gemini.
Don’t get me wrong—I love love love older men. There’s just something about their confidence, their calm, that I find appealing. But I also know myself, and I’m fairly independent. I like making my own money and doing things on my own terms.
Side note: a few of my guy friends have told me that they find me intimidating. Not because I’m mean but because they assume I make a lot of money. And maybe they’re right, maybe they’re wrong—who’s to say? I’ve never confirmed it because, quite frankly, it’s none of their business. But if I did make more than them, they’d probably feel even more emasculated (a couple of my exes have told me that they felt like the bitch in the relationship because of this very thing). Whereas I would feel like it’s more of a challenge. I’m weird like that I suppose.
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