Congress Must Raise Taxes On The Rich . . . The Country’s Social Fabric Depends On It!

There is way too much disposable income out there:

Thousands of New York men are resorting to offering cash and prizes in return for noncommittal relationships.

The men are advertising their offers on sites like suggardaddie.com, under handles like “nice guy, bad boy.” The site describes itself as “the foundations of a great relationship.” It claims the sugar-daddy relationship “can eradicate the issues of financial stress that modern living can bring.”

Single, divorced, married — they’re all trawling for young women to shower with their millions. In return, most want their girl to be at their beck and call.

Logging onto the site using the name Maria Benson, I had some upping their bids within minutes.

Donny (all names have been changed) was looking for a “sexy woman who can go from jeans to stilettos in a flash.”

The self-employed, attached 35-year-old said he would give me $2,000 a month for dates in his first e-mail.

John, a divorced 43-year-old looking for love and claiming his yearly income is “more than you can spend!” said, “I’m tall, rich and enjoy the role of sugar dad. You have to be willing, attentive, and appreciative of me . . . I get off on being generous.”

Jay, whose picture revealed six-pack abs, said his yearly income was more than $1 million but moaned, “I am stuck in a boring, lifeless, and otherwise unrewarding marriage.”

Within 24 hours, I was sitting at an outdoor cafe on the Upper West Side meeting Scott, a boyish-looking 47-year-old who owns his own financial-consulting firm in Manhattan.

He said he was “in search of a discreet relationship with the right woman.” And he was ready to pay to make it happen.

Dressed in a suit and tie on what must have been his lunch hour, he said: “I’ve never done this before. I’ve been married 23 years, and we’re just going through a rough patch right now. I’ve gotten close but never went through with it. I’m ready to now.”

Fifteen minutes later, he agreed to pay the $1,500-a-month rent on my apartment, fund shopping sprees and take me on world-class vacations. The apartment, he said, would be for trysts.

“I just don’t want to deal with the checking in and out of hotels,” he said. “But I’d also give you the money that I would have spent on a room.”

“I don’t want to drag a hooker around town,” he told me. “I like that you seem normal, what are you looking for?”

Then he interrupted, “Just so we’re clear, I’m not leaving my wife, and I don’t plan to . . . I have to be home at night and on the weekends. I have to coach my son’s Little League games.”