..but she ain't messin' with no broke niggaz.
Oh Kanye West, you little scamp. I am on your side on this one. No boys, I won't date you simply because you're Wall Street trash with a huge paycheck and the lifelong adoration of your local drycleaner who you keep in business with your stupid button-up shirt & Dockers ration for the week. I don't care about the total earnings, per se. It's the manners. It's the fact that you ask me what I want to drink and make sure I have at least my initial cocktail in my hand within 5 minutes of my arrival. And that if you ask me out then you expect to pay for things. Now of course, if I ask you to something- a show, a concert, etc.- I'll take care of it, and gladly. You deserve to have me spoil you, too. But the fact that you say thank you when I do is so awesome. I guess that means you have to have some money, yes. Not much, just enough to treat me like a lady. Because even when I don't let you pay all the time, I appreciate that you make the attempt. It's the generousity that gets me. Acting like a "broke-ass" isn't just about the money. It's about your respect for me; it shows that you think I'm valuable and worth treating that way. Cheapness is as much an emotional behaviour as it is an approach to cash. That simple $7 Sapphire & Tonic is sure to earn you a night in the sack that would cost hundreds from your local Russian in-call massage service. Fairly generous returns, and maybe even a hand job. Or two.
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Or three!!! I have that gold digger lady on a magnet. It wa s a present from my sister Aimee. I think we BOTH know that I have been in the past, but no longer feel the need to date chodes who drive a BMW and wear Thomas Pink shirts, AND are major a-holes.
You have to listen to the song if you haven't, it's a fucking hoot. I think that, "Don't Cha" by the Pussycat Dolls, and "This Time I Know It's For Real" by Donna Summer are the new B&S soundtrack faves.
i love that i once dated Mr. investment banker dick and got so usded to him buying me shit that i once got mad he got me a fancy watch thinking it was not enough.... at that moment I said who the fuck do you think you are tuna, I knew it was really ending for the 60th time!!! I realized that guy made me so crazy that the only good part were the gifts, i did love him but he was a total dick. I left him for a fly by the seat of his pants Euro... who was by no means rich... I can not tell you which is a better idea!! Look at it all now...
My roommate loves that song Don't Cha...
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