Her Deadly Sugar Daddy

my story begins when my best friend and I moved from arizona

to los angeles.

Going to la, you've gotta have big dreams.

And we did.. Big dreams and no money.

I can't believe you found this place.

Right? If you stalk the internet long enough, you can find golds.

Now I just need to figure out how I'll cover

my half of the rent.

You will. Look.

That job you thought was perfect

obviously wasn't 'cause they went belly up.

Your actual perfect job is right around the corner

here in la, not at home.

I know.

But if I stayed home

I could live with my mom for free.

And there's zack..

You're not having second thoughts, are you?

No. I just miss him.

No, I needed this. I needed a clean break.

So you're ready to start using the swipetodate app?

Not happening.

That's weird.

Then why do you already have a profile then?

Are you kidding me? With that picture?

'that's the photo you chose? The sunset picture?'

hey, I took that picture and it's perfect.

'thank you very much.'

look, what I found in the closet at home.

Z bear. Zack won this for me on our first date.

And, yes, I left it at home on purpose.

We wanted different things, mom.

okay, let's eat.

It's on me. Take your free meals where you can get 'em, gals.

'oh, you don't have to ask me twice.'

I second that.

Thank you for everything.

ooh. They have lobster.

On a teacher's salary, they have wings.

you know it was a loud voice.

- Hi, excuse me. - Oh, hi, yes.

'we'll have the side of the good artichokes before the meal.'

'um, and I think I'll have the skewers.'

- making a connection, jolene? - Oh, please.

really, mom, him?

- Oh, you think I'm too old? - Never.

But him? I wanna meet.

Refill time.

'since I am leaving tomorrow'

I wanna talk about what you're gonna do.

You're a writer, honey.

It doesn't matter what your day job is.

Make cappuccinos, serve waffles, drive an uber.

Just get a pay-the-rent job so you can write, like your father.

He wrote books. I want to blog.

Then when you get settled in here

find the biggest blog site in la

and make them hire you.

Nobody even knows I exist.

You know your father wrote two amazing books

that no one cared about until his third one became a success.

So what, I should just write a blog for me?

Who would read that?

I would.

And all my girls at power yoga.

getting a personal blog seen by

a really big site is hard.

- 'I know it, but... ' - 'oh.'

'here come lindsey looking triumphant.'

he said I was smashing

which is british for hot.

Oh, and that uber-handsome man that was scoping you out

said dinner was on him.

So, I guess I will get the lobster.

Okay, mom. You've still got it.

- Hmm. - Yes, she does.

- 'hey. Okay, every other day.' - 'bye.'

if your father were here, he'd be so proud of you.

he loved you in his own way, honey.

I know.

Remember, opportunity dances

with those who already have their boogie shoes on.

Okay.

Go dance, girl. I believe in you.

- I love you, mom. - I love you, too.

- bye, jolene. - Bye. Be good.

Or don't.

Come on, boogie shoes, let's cha-cha on out of here.

"traffic school teacher wanted, bachelor's degree accepted."

okay. How about a writing job?

Oh, "technical writer

for medical devices."

"swerve blog, la's leading blog site.

"life revealed by award-winning writers from around the world.

Truth so raw." okay.

turns out, truth so raw

is not so easy to put into words

especially when you feel like you haven't experienced

enough life to write about it.

I mean, whoever heard of bloggers burn out

before even posting their first blog.

Hours spent trying to write something

to make swerve hire me.

And all I could come up with was... Truth so benial.

But I still sent in a sample

because I didn't move to the city of dreams

not to follow my own.

- don't do that! Oh! - Sorry.

You look spent.

'I've applied to jobs I hate'

and sent a subpar sample to the perfect one.

how was your day?

Well, I was all ready to wow everyone in my psych class

day one, but turns out

there's a lot of ridiculously smart people out there.

It's just first day jitters. Wow them tomorrow.

Yeah.

- Lindz, wait, let me.. - Trust.

This app has a five star rating. So... Just pick one.

- Baby steps. - Unh..

- Mm... Ting. - Mmh.

- Oh! - Good choice.

Oh.

look someday when you're a famous psychologist

you can eat all the lobster you want.

Hmm.

well, he's relentless. Pull off the band-aid.

Tell him you're dating other people.

'you realize this is not how break-ups work, right?'

- I just missed you. - Look, zack, I miss you too.

- 'but... ' - then why did you have to go?

We've been through this.

You have your father's business in phoenix. And I...

And you're an amazing writer

you can be amazing from anywhere.

- are you still there? - Yeah.

I just, I need time to figure things out.

I love you.

We could be figuring this out together.

zack, um, I need to do this for myself, okay?

I just wanna see you. Maybe I can come out there?

Look, I-I've to go, alright? Bye.

Thank you.

I take it zack isn't handling the breakup well?

nope.

He'll get over it.

It's what you want, isn't it?

I mean, I still love him

but he wants to play it safe

and if I'm gonna be a writer

I need to expose myself to new things.

Well, good thing you're gonna expose yourself

to tim29 tomorrow.

That is not what I meant. And don't you mean jaret22?

Yeah. Names, numbers, whatever.

Just get out there.

new project. I have to analyze myself.

Hopefully I'm not crazy.

Brr. How was your day?

Well, payment is due on my student loan

and I don't have the money.

You need a sugar daddy.

I updated your profile pic on swipetodate.

A hundred and sixty nine hits.

I need hits from jobs.

And?

I got one.

From hot valley traffic school.

and I applied as a joke.

Ooh, I have good news.

Jaret22 can't wait to meet you.

Okay, promise me, I go on this one date

and you will leave me alone and delete the profile.

I promise.