Also, men like to think they can buy me. This happens alot. I’m not gonna argue with it. But instead of the obedient, trophy poodle they get the nonstop bitchy chihauhua. Jokes on them. Unless they have other things besides money to keep me happy. It’s hilarious to me when a guy will show off his Rolex/Cartier/etc. and fancy sports car and then gets mad that bitches want him for his money. Why are you shoving it in our faces then! LOL! Oh, because you don’t think you have anything else to offer. That’s something you need to make peace with you and your ego instead of getting mad at bitches.
Just like men want to spread their seed with as many bitches as possible to populate a future generation, bitches want money to take care of those seeds. It’s biology. It’s the way. Men want offspring. We want that offspring
and our pedicures to be taken care of. The end. Why do we get called names and shamed for our biological imprints? We can blame this shit on our ancestors too! Also blame social Darwinisn. I’m pretty. I can sleep with whoever I want. I can spend time with whomever I want. Naturally, I’m gonna select someone who can give me things and show me things that I can’t give myself. Otherwise, why am I there? I can have fun on my own. I can get attention on my own. We can keep each other company and have fun , without me getting into debt, and we can call it a day. Or a night.
I want to get something out of a relationship. The odds are that 99% of my relationships will fail. That’s just the way. And I will be taking something physical with me as we go on out separate ways to remember
the good times with your money you by.