Pour some sugar daddy on me

Friday, August 28, 2009

I never ate alone. It’s one of those funky networking adages that needy employees use to get ahead in their companies. As an unpaid summer intern, I was granted a grand opportunity: to wake up at inhumane hours, reek of mass transit, and do little to nothing each day in the office.

But I was in love with 12:00, for lunchtime was my playground. An attractive manager — an older gentleman — took an interest in me, and our mentoring lunches became outings at restaurants with dim lights and expensive meals. Weekend meetings melted into hiking trips, free liquor and hotel reservations. Evening rides in his ’Benz became all too comfortable.

Needless to say, I didn’t mind the ring on his left hand — he was a married man with wife troubles, the rising epidemic of most execs and politicians. When a guy seems to find pleasure by buying you Victoria’s Secret gift cards, who can help but fall in love with a handsome sugar daddy? Now I know how Monica Lewinsky felt. So. Damn. Good.

None 2 years, 5 months ago

Wow, how naive you are and what exceedingly poor taste you have with your editorial content here.

You enjoyed having a married man spoil you with the fancy lunches, Victoria's Secret gift cards, and weekend time that he should have been focusing on his wife?...a wife who, I might add, most likely choose to marry him when he was less financially appealing than he is today.

Good to know that you didn't mind the ring on his hand, that you were able to overlook this obstacle. I'm sure you'll be as magnanimous in 20-30 years when you're home on the weekends while your partner is on a "work weekend." Or maybe you'll be the emotionally errant spouse.

When you family and friends outside Yale Google you and this article comes up in the search results, maybe you can try to pass it off as a hackneyed and weak attempt at a first novel.

How disappointing that the YDN saw this article fit for print.

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Pour some sugar daddy on me