The Subway Brag and the Sugar Mama’s Trap

Summary

On my commute to work via the subway, I overheard an old lady bragging to another older woman.

"Girls these days are so easy," she scoffed. "I just taught my son to put in a tiny bit of effort—like making them a cup of hot cocoa when they’re on their period, or bringing them an umbrella when it rains. And boom, these shameless women throw themselves at him, one after another. Thanks to my methods, my son is juggling eight girlfriends right now."

I was hiding behind the crowd, listening to her, and feeling physically sick.