As a career-driven, professional woman, I know I am intimidating to most guys. I also know that, given my background as an Indian American, many have preconceived notions about who I am and what I want. I also surprise people. For instance, many assume that I’m looking for a sugar daddy; the story I tell you today involves someone asking me to be their sugar mama.
Check out this story.
My first match was a professional, who owned his own business, not a physician, but successful in his own right, and he was a few years older than me. He contacted me first (point for him) and asked me out for drinks (quickly asking someone out: bonus points, I hate prolonged exchanges before meeting someone).
We met up at a bar/restaurant in my neighborhood that had just opened, and as soon as we sat down things started to roll downhill. He almost immediately admitted that he loves being single, has no interest in having a girlfriend (he doesn’t like being told what to do), and ultimately has no desire to get married.
I called him out for being so cynical (from the things he was saying, he seemed to have zero faith in people), and in my head, I wondered why I was even there.
Somehow we got through a couple of drinks, and at the end, he casually mentions how he’ll date me so long as I take care of everything, bills, kids, etc, etc. and he’ll make sure we hang out every so often.
I’m sure it was meant as a joke, but given how the whole night had gone, I was not in the mood.
Me: “excuse me? I am not your sugar mama. “
Him: “well, I just want to make sure I don’t become your sugar daddy”
Me: “I never asked for one, nor do I need one.”
Soon after that, the date ended, and I went to my friend’s place to unload my awful night’s gory details.
To guys out there, when you decide to go on a date, make sure it’s something you actually want to do. Even without his blatant admission, I would have figured out he had no interest in a relationship, casual or serious.
In addition, as a professional woman with a career of my own, I am quite capable of taking care of myself. I don’t need a sugar daddy. On the same note, I don’t want to be your sugar mama. I’m not looking for someone to take care of; you have a mother, and you don’t need another one.
In my culture, as an Indian-American, there is a stereotype. For many women, marriage is the ultimate goal in life. Marriage equals success, and you can go on to make your parents proud by having babies and carrying on the family name. If you are not married, especially by a certain age, you are seen as having failed, as if something is wrong with you. I know plenty of Indian women, despite being educated and driven physicians, who have this mindset.
I, however, do NOT. My parents, God bless them both, raised me to pursue my career first, establish myself, be independent and then find a man. I’m over thirty, and they are not freaking out or searching on my behalf. When I do date someone, while I’m sure they are hopeful and excited, they will always caution me,
“Make sure he’s the one, make sure he’ll support you and your career, make sure make sure make sure before you take any more steps forward.”~parents
I’m sure this date, who was also Indian-American, had all kinds of prejudices regarding Indian women. He likely saw me as another Indian female who couldn’t wait to get married, start a family, and quit my job. Don’t get me wrong, there is absolutely nothing wrong with having those goals. I just don’t think I fit into that stereotype and find it unfair to have such deep assumptions made about me without trying to get to know me first.
I have no desire to see this guy again (nor have I heard from him, Thank God). I try to take these experiences philosophically and learn what I can from them. In this case, I was able to speak out against his attempts to box me into a stereotype. I stood my ground about what I wanted and called him out on his negativity. I denied him as a sugar daddy and slammed the door shut on being his sugar mama.
On to the Next
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