I’m Roxy, I’m 25, I’m from Walton, and I’m a Liverpool sugar baby. Two years ago I was sharing a box room and working Saturdays in Liverpool ONE. Today I’ve got my own flat on the Albert Dock, a car on the drive and savings I never thought I’d have. People keep asking me how, so here’s the whole thing, warts and all.
Where I was before
I’ll be honest. I was skint. Proper skint.
I was doing my nails course at college in the week, working in a clothes shop in Liverpool ONE on Saturdays and Sundays, and living with my mum and our kid in a two-up two-down in Walton. My bedroom was basically a cupboard with a window. I’d spend my wages on the bus, a bit of food and paying my mum keep, and that was it, gone.
I always wanted my own salon. I used to walk down Bold Street on my lunch and look at the units and think, one day. But one day never came any closer. You can’t save on £180 a week, no matter what anyone tells you.
How I ended up on HeySugarDaddy.com
A girl I worked with was always going out for these fancy dinners at the weekend, and one night after a few drinks on Seel Street she told me she was on a sugar dating site. I laughed at her. I thought it was a bit seedy, if I’m honest.
Then she showed me her bank app.
She’d used a different site at first and had loads of time-wasters and fake profiles, so she’d moved to HeySugarDaddy.com. She said it was free for girls and that every sugar daddy has to verify his ID before he can even message you. That was the bit that sold it to me. I didn’t want to be talking to some catfish in his mum’s spare room.
Before I signed up I read their page on whether sugar dating is legal in the UK because my mum would’ve killed me if I’d got myself in bother. It is legal, as long as you’re both adults and it’s dating, not paying for sex. That’s not what I was there for anyway, so that was fine.
My profile (and the messages that came in)
I didn’t do anything fancy. A few nice photos, nothing cheeky, and I wrote what I actually wanted: someone older, generous, who’d treat me well and maybe help me get my salon off the ground. I said I liked good food, the seaside and a laugh.
The first week I had loads of messages. Some were lovely, some were boring, and a couple I blocked straight away because they were asking for stuff I’d said in my profile I wasn’t up for. That’s the good thing on there, you just block them and they’re gone.
Then I got a message from James.
Meeting James, my “super daddy”
James is 52. He’s from the Wirral originally, lives out Woolton way now, and he owns a load of commercial property across Liverpool and Manchester. He’s divorced and his kids are grown up. My mates call him my super daddy, which he pretends to hate but secretly loves.
His first message wasn’t a cheesy line. He’d actually read my profile and asked what sort of salon I wanted. Nails only, or hair and beauty as well? City centre or out in the suburbs? I remember thinking, nobody’s ever asked me that.
We chatted on the app for about a week and then did a video call through it, which I’d recommend to anyone. You can tell so much from a video call. He was just normal. Bit posh, bit nervous, funny.
The first date
We met for cocktails at the Titanic Hotel at Stanley Dock. I chose it because it’s public and I knew the bar. I told my best mate where I was and got my own taxi there. I wasn’t daft.
I was meant to stay an hour. I stayed four. He made me laugh, he asked loads of questions, and when I said I had to go, he walked me out to my taxi and that was it. No pressure, nothing. He texted the next day to ask if I’d got home all right. That’s when I knew he was one of the good ones.
What my allowance actually is
This is what everyone wants to know, so I’ll just say it.
After about a month of seeing each other we sat down at a restaurant on Hope Street and talked properly about what we both wanted. That conversation felt awkward for about five minutes and then it was the best thing we ever did, because nobody’s guessing.
We agreed on £3,000 a month, paid on the first of every month. We see each other about twice a week, dinners, days out, weekends away, and he can ring me whenever, as long as it’s not when I’m with clients.
When he heard I was saving for a salon, he upped it to £3,500 on the condition that £1,000 went straight into a savings account every month. He said he wanted to see the statement. I thought he was joking. He wasn’t.
I know £3,000 a month is on the generous side. Most girls I’ve spoken to get less, and every arrangement’s different. If you want to know what’s normal, HeySugarDaddy has a sugar baby allowance guide for the UK that’s dead useful.
Everything he’s bought me (yes, really)
I’m not going to pretend I didn’t enjoy this bit. In the two years we’ve been together, James has:
- Paid the deposit on my flat at the Royal Albert Dock. It’s a one-bed in one of the old warehouses, exposed brick, looking out over the water. The mortgage is in my name. He said he didn’t want me to ever have to rely on him for a roof.
- Bought me a car. A white Range Rover Evoque for my 24th birthday. I cried in the car park. My mum cried more.
- Taken me abroad four times. Marbella twice, Dubai once, and a long weekend in Paris where he took me up the Eiffel Tower and I was too scared to look down.
- Paid for my advanced nail and beauty qualifications, including a course in London I’d never have been able to afford.
- Bought me my first proper designer bag from Flannels in Liverpool ONE. The shop I used to work in is two minutes away. I walked past it on the way out and had a little moment.
- Covered my driving lessons, because there wasn’t much point having a car if I couldn’t drive it.
But honestly? The best thing he’s given me isn’t on that list.
The salon, and why I’m not just a “kept woman”
James owns commercial property, remember. When my savings account hit £20,000, he sat me down with a business plan he’d made me write, ripped it to bits in the nicest way possible, and then helped me fix it.
He found me a unit on the edge of the Baltic Triangle that one of his mates was letting out, and he made me negotiate the rent myself. He sat at the back and said nothing. I got it down by 15%. I’ve never felt so proud.
The salon opened eight months ago. I’ve got two girls working for me and I’m booked up three weeks in advance. James doesn’t own a penny of it. It’s mine. He was very clear about that from the start, and so was I.
So when people call me a gold-digger, I just laugh. I’ve got a mortgage, a business and a pension. I’m 25. How many of my mates from school can say that?
What we actually do together
It’s not all handbags and holidays. Most of the time it’s just nice, normal stuff, only a bit fancier than I was used to.
Sunday walks round Sefton Park and then brunch on Lark Lane. Dinner on Hope Street before a show at the Phil. Days out at Formby beach looking for red squirrels in the pine woods. Watching the sun go down at Crosby with the Iron Men stood in the sea. The Mersey ferry over to the Wirral to see where he grew up. He’s even come to Anfield with me, and he’s a blue, so that tells you how much he likes me.
My advice if you want to be a Liverpool sugar baby
I get loads of DMs asking how to do what I’ve done, so here’s what I’d tell any girl in Liverpool thinking about it:
- Use a proper site. Not Instagram, not Facebook, not some random app. On HeySugarDaddy.com the men are ID-verified and it’s free for girls. Start there.
- Know what you want before you start. I wanted the salon. Having a goal stopped me wasting money and wasting time on the wrong fellas.
- Keep it on the app until you trust them. Message, video call, then meet. Never give your number straight away.
- First date somewhere busy. A hotel bar in town is perfect. Get your own taxi and tell a mate where you are.
- Have the money talk early. It feels weird but it saves so much grief. If he won’t talk about it straight, he’s not serious.
- Never send money to anyone. If a “sugar daddy” asks you for money or bank details to “pay you”, it’s a scam. Report him.
- Save some of it. Seriously. The bags are nice. The savings account is nicer.
HeySugarDaddy has a full safety page as well if you want to read up first.
Thinking about it? Do it properly
Two years ago I’d have laughed if you told me I’d write something like this. Now I’ve got my own place, my own business and a man who genuinely wants the best for me.
I’m not saying every girl will get a James. I got lucky, and I’m the first to admit it. But I also went in with my eyes open, I knew what I wanted, and I didn’t settle for anyone who didn’t treat me right.
If you’re in Liverpool and you’re curious, have a look at sugar dating in Liverpool on HeySugarDaddy.com, or just make a free profile and see who’s out there. It’s free, so what have you got to lose?
Roxy x
This is an illustrative story. Roxy, James and all details are fictional and do not describe real members. Allowances and gifts vary widely between arrangements, and most are more modest than this; nothing here is a typical or guaranteed outcome. HeySugarDaddy.com is a dating platform for consenting adults aged 18 and over. Arrangements involving payment for sex are not permitted on our platform.
