I use to joke about wearing a T-shirt, broadcasting my need for a Sugar Daddy. Those were the days when the pressure of single motherhood and a one income household weighed on me. I thought I would love to have someone throw money at my "problems". Now I realize my problems were character flaws and weaknesses. Some I have overcome, others still find me at times. Anyway, money didn't fix them. Experience and learning did. If I had to pick someone to grow with and share life with, I'd pick the person who knew me best and had my back, not the person who would whip out their wallet with expectations in return.