Years ago, i did a lot of work around LA. This is when Japan was kicking our butt economically. Word was that hundreds of coeds at UCLA were concubines for Japanese business men. The arrangement was that the men would pay the gals complete ride at college as long as they were "available" when the man was in town. I was told that entire female dorms were set aside, not by the school but that these buildings were known to house these gals, on campus. I always wondered if this was just rumor. Well, if this article is to be believed, this is rampant at PSU as well. In fact, this article says PSU is the #17 destination for such arrangements.
With the JS situation, one has to wonder how much sex selling goes on at Happy (ending) Valley?
Conversation was difficult, to say the least. How much do a 55-year old from overseas and a 21-year-old college student have in common? Not shockingly, pretty much nothing, though I was surprised by his kindness and his intelligence. When I heard the term "sugar daddy," I always imagined a creepy old man who grabbed girls' butts on the street and bought cars with the money he inherited from his rich parents, but he wasn't that at all. He was actually pretty nice in a, "you're a pleasant person but old enough to be my father and it's weird" kind of way.
After two awkward silence-filled courses and a cup of coffee, he offered me a contract. It was simple, he said. I would receive $1,700 in cash a month to spend time with him when he was in town on business. He clarified the contract would ensure that I would be paid, not so that I couldn't escape the relationship should I chose to do so. He seemed nervous as he made his offer, like he was worried he hadn't offered enough. After a short pause, he hurriedly added that if our relationship lasted six months he would buy me an expensive piece of jewelry. Something from Tiffany's, just like the girls in movies, he said.
With the JS situation, one has to wonder how much sex selling goes on at Happy (ending) Valley?
Conversation was difficult, to say the least. How much do a 55-year old from overseas and a 21-year-old college student have in common? Not shockingly, pretty much nothing, though I was surprised by his kindness and his intelligence. When I heard the term "sugar daddy," I always imagined a creepy old man who grabbed girls' butts on the street and bought cars with the money he inherited from his rich parents, but he wasn't that at all. He was actually pretty nice in a, "you're a pleasant person but old enough to be my father and it's weird" kind of way.
After two awkward silence-filled courses and a cup of coffee, he offered me a contract. It was simple, he said. I would receive $1,700 in cash a month to spend time with him when he was in town on business. He clarified the contract would ensure that I would be paid, not so that I couldn't escape the relationship should I chose to do so. He seemed nervous as he made his offer, like he was worried he hadn't offered enough. After a short pause, he hurriedly added that if our relationship lasted six months he would buy me an expensive piece of jewelry. Something from Tiffany's, just like the girls in movies, he said.
