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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.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.But after three years on these dating sites, I stopped.I realised that my motivations had slowly shifted to monetary gain.When I joined my first sugar daddy dating website five years ago, it wasn’t to find someone to help pay the bills or provide me with a shopping allowance.It was because of an innocent penchant for the older man.

In return for a no-strings but mutually beneficial relationship, the women who sign up can get to be treated like a lady, showered with gifts, taken on all-you-can-buy shopping sprees, and enjoy meals at the best tables in town.

After several dates over four months, I vowed never to see him again. The first was a wonderful Malaysian divorcé who visited London four times a year and wanted a travel companion.

We became so close that after six months, our cash arrangement felt inappropriate and we stopped seeing each other. Then there was an unhappily married alcoholic banker from New York who, on orders of his therapist, had given up drink on home soil, but when abroad allowed himself the luxury of intravenous Martinis. For him, I was his drinking buddy in a feminine form, and that’s what he paid me for. I kept what I was doing from my family, and of the carefully selected friends I told, most didn’t approve.

His financial investment assuages his guilt that he can’t emotionally invest.

Given that I didn’t want a committed relationship, it made sense to me.

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