As a sugar I’m sure you’ve all experienced what I like to call the “Sugar Cycle”. You sign onto your account and you see to you sheer and utter delight a 1, 2 or even 5 in your inbox. So with utter disbelief you click to see who has checked you out. Now once you’ve clicked your way over to your inbox you read every message. 1 or 2 say “hey...What’s up?” (Seriously..not much is up if you’re sitting at the computer!) Now you read message 3 and this looks a bit more promising... He writes a bit about himself and asks you a few questions about who you are (none of these have to do with your breast, what cup size your breasts fit in or your waist size.) Now if your still with me..you click to see what the man looks like. Sadly... You don’t feel like tracking him down and jumping his bones but, you think a bit about it and realize the general public will not stop and laugh if they see you two walking down the street. So you send a message back of course!

Now the waiting game....
You wait..
And wait...
And wait.....
AND WAIT....
Yay!
A message.

Now these messages go on for days sometimes weeks. So a few weeks into your exchange you dare start to think “Woah, this just might work. I think I’ve found myself some sugar!” So now you’ve exchanged numbers...talked on the phone and have time invested into this little virtual affair. Maybe just maybe you’ve sent a few pictures to stroke his palette and open his “mind” to the idea of a little RL interaction.

Now picture this... You are sitting in your living room maybe watching a flick and your phone rings. It’d your Sugar. He suggests you meet on Friday for drinks at a nice hotel bar in your area. You agree. Once you’ve hung up you get up from the sofa and give yourself a nice pat on the back. Now Friday comes... you’ve primped, prepped and even primed yourself in preparation for your lucky Sugar.

Boy, is he going to be surprised...the man is going to think he’s died gone to heaven and was turned away and sent to hell. Because boy or boy are you looking hot and ready to rock the room once you’ve enter. Your walking into the hotel, you walk into the bar. To realize... your sugar isn’t there. You sit...you wait... 5 mins...10..20... still no sugar.

Now...you’ve come to the conclusion... Honey, he’s a flake.