In Search of a Sugar Daddy, Part 1

As I get ready to depart for school, I can't help but think back to my college days at UCLA. A lot of people at the Ross event were saying the next big step is finding a roommate and figuring out where to live. During the summer before my third year at UCLA, my roommates and I came across somewhat of a roommate fiasco. Fiasco really is the only term for it.

With the impending departure of one of our roommates, we were set on finding a fourth girl to move into our apartment. We posted ads all over campus and online. Then, suddenly, a girl shows up on our front step. She's a transfer to UCLA from the University of Houston, and she plans to study architecture. She's looking for a place to live. She sounded totally legit. Of course, in our naivety, we didn't bother to check on whether or not UCLA has a School of Architecture (it doesn't). We got along well with her. Yes, she wore a bit too much makeup, and well, maybe seemed a bit tramp-ish, but then, who were we to judge? She had rent money and that's what counted.

Now, there were some interesting things about this chick. First of all, as she emptied out her suitcase, we stared in awe of her clothes. Everything seemed like it was hand picked off Rodeo Drive. She had a Versace butterfly top, a red Bernini dress that she claimed she couldn't wear underwear with, and so on and so forth. I admit, she had a killer body. The girl was maybe 5'5'' and slim, but with curves in all the right places. Before she moved to LA, she said that she was recruited as a model for the Leather Bikini Company. Crazy. The rest of her was somewhat of another story. With frizzed out hair, caked on make-up, and 5 inch nails (maybe talons is the more appropriate word), she could be best described as ''crack whore'' looking. Not my words, but rather what a guy friend asked me when he saw her for the first time, ''MBA Cutie, what are you doing hanging out with that ''crack whore''?''

When she had interviewed with us, she told us about her conservative upbringing in Texas. Her family is Persian, and religion was incredibly important to them (Islam). I thought it was weird that this girl wearing painted on jeans and a top that was just two pieces of fabric that came down over her shoulders and tied just under her boobs was a conservative Muslim girl, but then hey, who am I to judge? I asked her if she wanted to come to campus with me to sit in on a class. She said sure, but she needed to change first. She popped out of her room wearing even more makeup, her painted on jeans, and a white t-shirt that was way too small. Plus, she managed to cut slits in a V-shape all across the front of the shirt. Oh, and of course, she was unsupported. :)

There was something really off about the whole situation. She didn't care about school at all. In fact, the only time she had been to campus was to sit in on my business law class, most of which she spent making goo-goo eyes at any guy that walked by. All she wanted to do was go out and meet guys... particularly Persian guys living in Los Angeles, because supposedly they would help her maintain her lifestyle. That's right, all her dresses, her jewels, her bags: those were all gifts from various guys she ''hung out with'' in Houston. It took us a little while to figure this out, but the CW (crack whore) wasn't shacking up in Westwood to go to the non-existent UCLA school of Architecture. Nope, she was shacking up to find herself a sugar daddy. Well, actually a bunch of sugar daddies. Boy, we had no idea what we were in for next ...