Meanwhile, as a rich single women, like everyone else, also want to be loved and appreciated for their basic character and personality traits.If you want to meet an intelligent, sporty, quality man, join now - a romantic night out or meaningful and lasting relationship is waiting for you.Even as a guy, I've been counseled with that golden nugget of wisdom on more occasions than I can count. typically an end that wasn't achieved until it was found in a slightly shabbier store, on sale.Growing up in a solidly middle-class family, money wasn't ever a pressing issue. I knew anyone urging me on to life as a kept man at best or a gold digger at worst wasn't totally serious -- but they also weren't totally joking.
She was kind, and generous, and aside from the car (which I later found out had been purchased used from a friend specially for her 16th birthday), she made no blatant outward displays of her wealth.We had mutual friends and were both athletes at a small school, so even though I didn't know much about her at first, once she caught my eye it wasn't hard to ask around to find out more."She's really sweet and smart -- and she likes you too! " I heard over and over again from our network of friends, eager to play matchmaker.It was a Sunday though, and all the shops in town were closed.Later that week, she told me she was glad we were prevented from going through with it. "And he told me 'If you put a hole in your nose, you lose ,000.'" I had three tattoos by then, and before the first my father had threatened to kick me out of the house. That she had a similar challenge and balked when a specific, quantifiable consequence could be issued bothered me to no end.I teased her about her childhood cotillion training, sure, but I was really just terrified that I would make some terrible, low-class mistake and embarrass myself.I'm ashamed to say that for most of that visit, I was insufferable.During my time there, I developed a bit of a chip on my shoulder about that economic chasm, although it was never something that prevented me from being friends with anyone. I didn't have a car at school and my parents only lived about two hours north.It was kind of a don't ask, don't tell scenario -- aside from those who really flaunted their upbringings, most people were assumed to be on roughly the same privileged page. Part of me was just as excited as she was -- but another part, deeper down, was turned off by the fact that someone had been paid to deliver a luxury car to her on her parents' dime.I hated it because of the looks I would get from townies when I stepped out of it, people I would often identify with more than my most privileged classmates.Once while we were on a jaunt we decided to go to a tattoo parlor to get her nose pierced.