This past week or so, a close friend of mine was recently talking about “Robert”, her “first ever car”. She finally sold Robert for nice sum and put a down payment of a much newer, nicer, car. I had always playfully teased my friend about her car. It wasn’t “old” per say (Post 2004, at least) but, she had kept onto it a lot longer than I had expected.
My friend was happy to have her new car, however, a part of her was so upset. Her first car took her from not only point A to point B, but on new road trips with friends, covered her through the rain and snow, was her “home” for one night after a terrible fight with her ex and more. That car, her first car, she had so many special and precious memories with.
However horrible this may sound, it reminded me of being a sugar baby. Some of us get attached. We find comfort in that first man that shows us a higher standard of living than we’re used to. He not only gets you from point A to point B, but he also takes you on expensive trips and gives expensive gifts.
Not all babies get attached, but I know many who have… And that’s OK. It’s been a thought that has helped me get over Objection.