Find a sugardaddy

i need to find myself a rich old man desperately. tired of young guys stress

As independent and capable I am of handling my own, it’ll feel good to just relax,sit back and pampered like I deserve. Though I never had a problem with men (and women!??) wanting to do so but I was just stuck in the moment. I’m really looking for a NSA kind of beneficial “friendship”. I’m very supportive,great listener, gives good advice, anything u could think of but I’m just enjoying life at the moment to me tied down. I’m fresher than a baby and sweeter than that desert u hade last night. ;-) mwa

am a person that like to have fun i like guys that will dive me money i will make it your day it u give me monye

Im chrissy almost 19 live in pgh area. I have brown hair, green eyes, average height and build. I have a daughter and in these times its hard to do it on my own, I live on my own. Want to go to college for nursing but unfortunately I dont have time since I have to work so much to pay the bills. I love my daughter, fishing, hunting, camping, poker, music, concerts, STEELERS, sports, movies, and just having a good time.

Im not too picky when it comes to men I just care about whats on the inside. I like tall, handsome men average build. Generally from 20-30 age range? And you must love kids seeing as I have a 5 month old daughter!

I’m looking for a good man who can keep me secure and happy. I’m 32 years old woman, 5 foots tall with some extra baggages but curvy, from Finland!

I am a single, outgoing and goodlooking 20 year old female. I work a fulltime job and go to school, sometimes it doesn’t pay all the bills like I need it to. I am looking for a no strings attached relationship. I need someone to take care of me!

Maybe in my next life!

Went to dinner alone tonite at French restaurant. An older stranger sitting beside me kept me company. I began blabbing about Mr. H. It turns out he lives on Central Park South. See?!!

I don’t know…it might be too late for this! Whenever I get money from anyone, I feel too guilty to spend it. Call it Midwesterner’s Syndrome (because I was never a Catholic).