wanderhoney.com

I’ve never been the type to depend on others financially. By 15, I had already found ways to support myself, working as a waitress at catering events, including large functions at the minister’s residence. I squeezed in shifts after school and on weekends, not just to have extra cash but to understand the value of hard work and the freedom that came with it.

But yeah, like everyone else, I sometimes wish I had the advantage of inherited wealth or some other respectable source of easy money. I mean, who wouldn’t want that, right? But life had a different plan for me.

Although I’ve often joked about having a sugar daddy, I never actually meant it. I’ve never looked for one, nor will I ever. Some of my friends tease me, saying I’m foolish for not using my looks to my advantage 🤣🤣, but my heart just isn’t built that way. I guess I’m just too kind—thanks to my parents for raising me well

The DM That Sparked a Laugh

Yesterday, an older gentleman named Edward slid into my Instagram DMs. His profile picture featured him looking straight into the camera with a computer in the background. He was Caucasian, bald, wore glasses, and had a brown mustache with a white beard. The message read:

I knew it was a scam the moment I read it. A weekly allowance of $5,000? Too good to be true. Since the term sugar daddy has never excited me, I ignored the message at first. However, part of me was also curious—how did this random man even find my profile? After a brief “hmm, this is such a random moment”, I brushed it off and carried on with my day

Of course, my day isn’t complete without sharing everything with Nat. I screenshotted the DM and sent it to him. We laughed about it and even jokingly planned that if I had a sugar daddy, the money could be used to buy the dream house I had been eyeing. I told Nat that once I bought the house, we could always hang out there and he wouldn’t even have to work anymore—because, obviously, I’d be so generous with my imaginary wealth.😂 He even tried to con me into splitting the fake money 50/50. It was hilarious. We imagined doing a lot of things with money that didn’t even exist.

Then Nat encourages me to respond just to play along. So I asked him to give me an idea of what to say. Without missing a beat, he said,

“We need my brains and your beauty.”

Well, to be fair, I frequently asked him to use his brain to think for me. 😂

Then, I thought, “Hmmm, this could be my next blog post.”

He then crafted a response for me:

“Where are you located?”

I copied and pasted his suggestion, mostly for the fun of it. Sure enough, Edward responded. I was eager to hear what he had to say next because I intend to write about it on my blog in an effort to raise awareness about it. Technically, Nat was the one who responded, since I simply copied and pasted what he suggested I say.

I laughed so hard when I read that. A castle of friendship? 😂 At least someone was calling me baby. Haha. I told Nat about it, and we laughed some more. Hell no—I already have my own castle of friendship with Nat and Justin, and that’s more than enough for me.

That was the end of my conversation with Edward.

Beware of Sugar Daddy Scams

Jokes aside, these sugar daddy scammers are everywhere on the internet. Don’t be fooled by their promises of easy money. I know the idea of financial help or a luxurious lifestyle without hard work is tempting, but life isn’t that magical. Not everyone has the advantage of being taken care of.

Even being a real sugar baby isn’t as glamorous as people think. We are told that these kinds of men offer gifts and so much more. This is not the case 99 percent of the time. These men don’t really offer gifts, trips, or shopping as people think. Some of them might but the majority are just in it for sex. You may also have to deal with misogyny, emotional abuse, coercion, and even physical danger. Some are needy on top of that, but not in a good way. I knew this because I have friends who are sugar babies who once tried to convince me to do it too, but I refused.

The Truth About My Dreams

I won’t lie—I dream of a comfortable life where I don’t have to struggle financially. I’m tired. I’ve worked hard my entire life to survive and support my family. Let’s be real, I also dream of marrying a man who can provide—a wealthy, kind-hearted husband who can give me a better life and help me build the family I’ve always wanted. But so far, that hasn’t been my fate.

So instead of waiting for a rich prince to appear, I focus on financial independence and self-sufficiency. In the end, more than wealth, I want a partner who treats me well and shares my values.

A Funny Twist to the Story

I recently joked with Nat that I was tired of working and should just marry an old, almost-dying rich guy, inherit his wealth, and never work again. But then I hesitated:

“What if he’s actually nice to me? What if he treats me well?”

Nat smirked and asked, “What if you fall in love with him?”

Good question, because knowing myself, I probably would. I’d end up taking care of him, making sure he’s happy, and most likely donating his wealth rather than spending it on luxury. That’s just who I am.

So yeah, deep down, I know I could never exploit anyone.

Stay safe out there, friends!

And if Edward ever slides into your DMs, just have a laugh and keep moving. 😉

X, Hani. ❤