Keep dating broke guys

She told me this because she thought I had a right to know – and plus she was mad that he forgot to turn the dryer on.

She also thought I had a right to know I shouldn’t put my glass down on her coffee table without using a coaster, or how she thought I couldn’t put my feet on her couch when he and I watched movies together.

Compassion and patience – for both yourself and others. He smiled back and interjected, “Those sound like good qualitie-” “…and security,” I said, quickly finishing my thought. He also didn’t have a car and worked a low wage job. But I had been listening to the Steve Harveys of the world, who suggested I lower my expectations and I look inward at a man’s soul.

He was sweet and upbeat, talkative and seemingly driven.

I nodded along to his stories as I took bites of my pasta, methodically peppering him with questions while revealing very little about myself.

You got to have a J-O-B, if you want to be with me…” And not just a job, as some of y’all are quite content telemarketing your ways through lives.

Not to sound like I’m stanning for #Team Golddigger, but in the immortal words of Gwen Guthrie, “ain’t nothing going on but the rent.

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