Promiscuous City

One year ago CBS News did a survey to find the Top 10 Most Promiscuous Cities in the U.S.  Las Vegas has a notorious reputation for casual hookups. I mean, you can get a babe direct to you in 30 minutes or less. For entertainment purposes only, of course. Yet somehow Las Vegas didn’t make the cut. To my surprise, Portland, Ore., Seattle and Pittsburgh took the top three spots. What’s up Las Vegas? Is the local population is sticking to monogamy? As if.

Last week a new survey by SeekingArrangements.com came out and had Vegas ranked as the third-most promiscuous city — for sugar daddies. No wonder everyone thinks women in Vegas are automatic hookers. I actually heard about the site a couple of months ago. It is a website for sugar daddies and mommas who want to provide “financial relationship support.” Members’ profiles put a monthly dollar figure on sex, or, as it claims, “companionship.” Budgets range from negotiable up to $20,000 per month. If you are a sugar baby, you put a budget on what you desire. I’m not judging. I understand wealthy people are busy and may not have time to go out scouting. I actually have a couple of friends that are babies on it. They say it’s not as bad as it seems. Both found a consistent relationship with men they would have dated anyway without the money factor; it’s just a nice bonus.

It’s no secret in Vegas that a lot of the nightlife women here take gifts and financial bonuses from clients they meet.  It is the point in the nightlife to have returning clients that are willing to spend thousands of dollars on liquor. To make sure that happens, women establish relationships by going to dinner, shopping, and even vacation with clients. Those sugar daddies spoil the girls with Louis Vuitton purses, Louboutin shoes, and Tiffany jewelry. Can you really blame them? It can go both ways. I have a male friend here that has a sugar momma. She pays for everything and showers him with gifts.

I say to each their own. I personally couldn’t do it. I’m too independent. I can hardly have a guy buy me a drink much less a $1,000 purse. Don’t think, though, the thought hasn’t crossed my mind. It would make life a lot easier, but let’s face it: I’m way too picky in who I give it up to and grandpa isn’t my type.