First time trying Sugar Daddy dot com - Elena Gabrielle - YouTube

Anyway I've been single for a while, last year I got really

desperate and you know when you get into those like desperate like stages as

women you start to do shit that you never thought you'd do right and my best

friend she told me she was like "Elena, you know you've been single, lonely,

depressed, without sex, why don't you just get paid for it?" I was like "what do you

mean?" she's like "why don't you go on sugar daddy.com?" I was like what kind of

friend are you? because I'm desperate I was like yo let's do it right! Coz you

hear these stories about sugardaddy.com, you hear these stories and she's always

like "yeah hi I'm Becky and I went on a date with this guy called "Victor" and he

paid for my entire college tuition fees and just gave me $10,000 in cash it's

that easy!" it's not that easy guys! So I went onto sugardaddy.com for

those of you who don't know what sugardaddy.com is? it's a website where

young good-looking girls, thank you, go on a website and find themselves some old

dude to pay for your lifestyle right? So I went on there, I logged on and I match

with this guy called happydaddy62 and I was like it'll be fine, coz he's happy

so we started chatting and things are going really well this is what I was

living in Germany, he was living in London, he's from London and and I was

like you know we were having intelligent conversations, things are

going really well right and then like after about four weeks of chatting he

messaged me he's like "Elena why did we meet up, what do we finally meet but

why don't we meet in a central location? Why don't I fly you to Paris for the

weekend? Now I can tell that half of the room is on board for this, the other half

was like beach you're about to get murdered yeah

I know I was thinking the same thing! But hey there are worse places to die than Paris...am I right?

Saw my body floating down the canal like "I look hot!" So I flew to Paris!

I did it, I flew to Paris to meet happydaddy62 and I'm sitting there in the

lobby waiting for him to walk in and I'm just thinking like Elena all we gotta

do is spend one night with this guy, just one night, one night you

don't have to sex, it's gonna be fine, so fine, Elena it'll be fine

I'm sitting there waiting for him to walk in. He walks, I took one look at him and I

was like... he did not look like his photos! he looked exactly like my

Father and I was like I know I've got daddy issues but not

that bad, so he's there and I'm thinking like how am I gonna get out of

this? how am I gonna get out of this date? Because I'm too nice, I stay on dates way

longer than I have to and I think a lot of women do, we're quite accommodating and

we'll do that. Maybe not Americans ,you guys are very

confident, you'll be like "fuck that!" and just walk out! But as an Australian I'm

insecure, I'm like I don't wanna hurt his feelings because what if he dies?

Coz he's old!

I'm thinking like okay, how am I going to get out of this date? how am I gonna do it?

I don't want to hurt his feelings. So then I started thinking,

why don't I make myself so physically and mentally repulsive for this guy that

he won't like me and he'll decide that he doesn't want to be with me.

I don't know if anyone here has ever done that but it is fucking fun and you

should try it ladies! I was living my best feminist life

no make up, man spreading, like men can do it? So can I! we go for

walks and I would speak in my obnoxious Australian accent I was like "Oh yer

let's go over there!" Dogs just turned up I'm like where did they come from?

But none of this was working right

I'm thinking "fuck I gotta step it up a level", so we went down

to the Eiffel Tower we're walking around the Eiffel Tower, super romantic and he

bought me a coffee, now coffee makes me burp and I took a sip and I

was like *BURP* I just saw this like tinge of disgust flash across his face and I was like "yes"

"Oh it's it's, it's, it's fine, it's fine, it's some, it's, it's just air"

"Yeah it's just air!" *BURP* *Blows air* I was horrible

"Oh Elena, I just love how down-to-earth you are, I just love that you

don't know a fuck, Australian's are great like that" and I was like FARRRK

how am I gonna do it? and then he said to me he was like "Elena I've

booked the most amazing Michelin star restaurant for us to go to tonight and

it's famous for its fondue cheese's" I was like oh my god fuck yes because I

love cheese, I love cheese so much that I feel like I'm in a relationship with

cheese because the only balls that I've been sucking on lately have been mozzarella!

Am i right? but it's an abusive relationship because I'm lactose

intolerant

so when he said do you want to go for cheese, I thought back to that quaint

little Parisian boutique hotel room with the cardboard thin walls and the one

bathroom, this is my way out! so we go for cheese and I'm shovelling it in my face

because I haven't eaten cheese in two years at this point, I'm eating it

and I'm burping and then at the

end. Now for anyone who has lactose intolerance they will know how long you

have until you have to get to a bathroom. For me it's thirty minutes, so he paid

the bill, I'm sweating, I'm like fuck we've gotta hurry up. And he's

like "oh why don't we go for a walk around the Sacré-Cœur?" "No,

let's go back to the hotel room!" and he's like "you want to go back to the hotel

room? and I was like "yeah" but he's like "Ooooh" cause he thought he was gonna get

sex, I was like little do you know, so we're running, both of us are

really quickly walking back to the hotel room and we get back to the hotel room

and I closed the door behind me and I turn around to see him standing there

with these like loved-up puppy sick eyes, the kind of eyes if you like a guy you're

like "OMG it's adorable" but if you don't like a guy you're like *GAGS*

he was looking at me, he was like "Elena I just had the most incredible day

with you today and I I really think that this arrangement between us could work"

and I was like *Stomach gargles*

"No Elena, I really...what I can do is I can draw up a contract where I pay

you in exchange for intimacy" *Stomach noises* he's like "Elena May I kiss you?" and

I was like "one moment" and I ran all the four steps to the bathroom just farting

now, I don't want to go into gory details but all I can say is that my ass

cheeks parted like Moses parting the Red Sea and what came out look like the Mekong river

it was fucking disgusting cuz I'm there like breathing like I'm in

pregnancy. Everything's gonna be fine and grabbing anything to

put on my nose to make the smell go away because sometimes we like our own smell, we do, I'm

gonna put it out there and I know some ladies they're like "I don't know what

she's talking about I never poo- I never fart, I'm a lady!" but sometimes we do we

like our own smell, coz normally you're there "Oh lovely jubbly

you're like Jamie Oliver, lovely jubbly, I really like the mix of the Merlot with

the walnuts, it was a really nice combination. But this stage, I turned into

Gordon Ramsay right, I was like WTF died in there It was disgusting and I was not being

quiet right and I finished and I got up and I couldn't feel my legs

I'm had to do that weird walk to the door "oh this is legs" and I got to the

door and I opened it so forcefully I was like and I stood there looking so skinny

and then everything went into slow motion guys, because the waft from behind me

was coming, like a fucking tsunami and there was nowhere for him to hide and I

could see the fear flash across his eyes His eyes darted to the door and he was like

You're not gonna make it and then it hit his nostrils and he was like

I saw him convulse and I looked him dead in the eye and was like

it's just Air! and I never saw him again after that!