21. December 2016

Sugar Daddy vs Ballet Slippers

When I was a young girl I had two dreams. One was to be a ballet dancer and one was to be rich. A smattering of fame wouldn’t have gone amiss either! I used to watch ballet and dream of being lifted in the air, and leaping in a frothy tutu.

When I got my first pair of pink satin slippers I used to spend hours stroking them and even slept in them. Sadly my dreams of being a world-famous ballerina didn’t materialise so I started to focus on my other dream, of becoming very rich. But, unless you are a prima ballerina, the world of dance does not pay very well and I yearned for the kind of life I saw around me on the streets of London and New York. I needed someone to help me achieve it. But did it need to be sugar daddy vs ballet slippers?

A Choice of Sugar Daddy vs Ballet Slippers?

I didn’t see my dream of leading a rich lifestyle as a choice of sugar daddy vs ballet slippers. I felt they could work together. I might not be famous but I was a dancer, and a good one, and I felt my ballet shoes might actually help attract a wealthy man, one with a love of the classics. No, it didn’t have to be a choice of sugar daddy vs ballet slippers. One could help me find the other. And an after show party was a classier place to meet someone than a nightclub.

Sugar Daddy vs Ballet Slippers and the Freedom to Dance

I was right that my dancing would help attract a wealthy man. The idea of a dancer on their arm is very desirable for a lot of older men, but some tried to clip my wings. They were giving me a lot, letting me drink from the glass of wealth, but would I give up my dancing shoes if that was what they desired. Would I become a private dancer? Or did the bright lights and applause mean more to me than Manolo heels and champagne? If I had to choose sugar daddy vs ballet slippers, what would it be?

High Heels for my Sugar Daddy vs Ballet Slippers

I found that I didn’t mind hanging up my slippers and donning a pair of heels if that was what was wanted of me. But only for a short time. Long enough for a cruise or a trip to the Maldives. I’d even swap them for a pair of skis. But I couldn’t hang them up for good. In the choice of sugar daddy vs ballet slippers, I have found I want my cake and eat it.