Desperately Seeking Sugar Daddies
Mr. Bigs are getting scarcer and high maintenance honeys are getting stressed.
Funny story. These beautiful chicks need to take are of themselves.
Wait, what is that noise? Does anyone else hear that? I swear, it almost sounds like a teeny, tiny violin playing the world’s saddest song!
It’s a good time to be liquid. Just like housing or equity, there are some great bargains out there if you have a little bit of money. Be sure to take your profits as you go, though.
Of course, I’m married so none of this applies to me.
Yes, I hear it too!
Why don’t they just use madams or pimps, like their co-workers?
Good, I’m glad I’m not hearing things.
I never knew that Prince Charmings frequented bars. Thanks for fighting my ignorance!
It’s the Sex and the City school of dating.
Maybe I’ve just been reading too much Stephen King lately, but the phrase “hairy wrists wearing expensive watches resting on the bar” gives me a pretty gruesome mental image. Is there a still-smoking chain saw on the bar, too?
(Actually my reaction is probably the legacy of a writing class I once took in which the teacher warned us not to use phrases like “a pair of insistent lips brushed her ear,” joking that it made him think of disembodied zombie body parts.)
The title of the thread makes me picture a hairy Hyde at a bar picking up a hooker.
Wait….so hot women aren’t just looking for a nice guy with whom to form a true partnership??? MY WHOLE LIF IS A LIE!!!
Keep in mind, fellas: one of the golddiggers interviewed defines “in the shitter” as “not currently working in investment banking.”
Let’s hope she finds her very own Patrick Bateman.
Oh. That’s called dating now? When I was a Cute Young Thing, we called that something else. How times change.
I’d say there’s more than a language barrier at work here.
Watches? Who needs a nice watch when you have an iPhone?
Sniff that’s beautiful. Thank you, NY Post, for another piece of insightful journalism that involves little more than frequenting your local bars.
On the other hand, you have got to give full credit to the reporter that sold that story idea. I can see the pitch meeting now: So I go bar hopping, see. And talk to hot gold digger chicks…
Lesson Learned: There are loose young Bulgarian women all over Manhattan, just throwing themselves at men.
God bless this recession.
Bah!
Forget bars. You want to find sugar daddies, hang out at your local country club or swanky retirement community!
Plenty of old dudes (good looks are negotiable) with recently-dead wives just wating for a Cute Young Thing to make them feel better!