If Audacity Were Money, She’d Be A Millionaire
I use a particularly well-known dating app that allows you to swipe left or right on would-be suitors. I matched with a girl, and my first impression was that she was very attractive, had a nice complexion, and took care of herself, and based on her photos, she enjoyed the great outdoors. Being an outdoorsy guy myself, she ticked a lot of my boxes. We exchanged numbers and went out on our first date.
That’s when her red flags really began showing.
Throughout the entire date at a restaurant I chose, she was mainly on her phone, texting away. In between that, she asked me a lot of personal questions such as my wealth, how much money I made, etc. Out of politeness, I decided not to cut the date short because I also wanted to avoid any potential drama, even though my date was being incredibly rude and obnoxious with her glaringly evident materialistic lifestyle. After we concluded the date, I went home and deleted her number ASAP.
Months went by without any contact whatsoever. I had pretty much forgotten about her up until I got a text from a number that wasn’t saved in my phone.
Date: “I wanted you to know that I am seeing someone new now.”
Me: “I’m sorry, who is this?”
Date: “Wow. It’s [Date]. Don’t pretend like you haven’t been thinking about me.”
Me: “Not really. I mean, why do you think I haven’t texted you since?”
Date: “It’s okay to be mad. Really. But I just want you to know that you can still win me back by taking me here.”
She then sent me a link to a private island vacation in the Caribbean. The price? At least $30,000 per person. I was speechless for a moment.
Me: “Hahaha, tell me this is a joke, please. You seriously think I’m that desperate?”
Date: “If you’re poor, babe, just say so!”
Me: “It’s not a matter of whether I’m poor or not. I just don’t believe that you are worth spending that much money on.”
Date: “Typical broke-a** boy talk.”
For the record, I would not describe myself as poor. I am self-employed and make a very decent income.
Me: “Huh, let’s see for a second. I took you out to [Expensive Restaurant], drove you in my [Expensive Car] because you didn’t want to book a [Rideshare] from your apartment, and paid for everything on the bill that you wanted, which also happened to be the most or nearly the most expensive thing on the menu. Who sounds more poor, love?”
She didn’t respond after that. I sincerely hope that whoever she’s “seeing” now is either incredibly desperate or just as shallow as her. The whole experience put me off dating for such a long time.