Suggar daddy dating

At first I was horrified, and deleted such messages which filled my inbox. But then I learnt that one of my dates – a handsome 45-year-old energy trader – paid all the other girls he went out with for the evening.

The non-exclusivity didn’t bother me – but I felt a mug for providing for free what he would have been willing to pay for.

Until this week, “modern” sugar daddy dating was barely known in Britain.

Even then, the idea of taking cash felt so irksome to both parties that we did it in the form of a monthly loaded store card from Selfridges.

He was a hedge-fund manager in the City and physically attractive, but a ski trip to Colorado put me off him for good.

As promised, I went straight home after coffee with an envelope of cash and never saw him again. All I clung to for security was faith in my own judgment of character following a few Skype chats and one trusted friend to whom I had sent his details. Thankfully he was as good-looking and interesting in the flesh as he was on my computer screen, and we spent two wonderful days together.

Then I accepted a trip to New York with a fortysomething Canadian property investor. He took me to Prada and bought so much that I had to buy another suitcase.

But after three years on these dating sites, I stopped.