For the last 2 months since I started my dating quest, I have been pursued by a Mr Big type man. He has been insisting for several weeks that he can “rock my world”, and refers to me as “princess”- mmmmm right? Any who I have ignored his advances for dinner at Nobu, including him suggesting the perfect night of wooing me at his riverside apartment, how chessy!
I find men who try to woo you with the size of their wallet terribly vulgar and unnecessary. If my only goal was to find a man with money I would have married many moons ago. I seek someone with substance and intellect too, oh yes I cannot lie a hot body won’t go amiss- yum yum.
I find men who try to woo you with the size of their wallet terribly vulgar and unnecessary. If my only goal was to find a man with money I would have married many moons ago. I seek someone with substance and intellect too, oh yes I cannot lie a hot body won’t go amiss- yum yum.
All that being said I must be blunt and honest and say that marrying poor is not an option for me either. The only way that would happen is if cupid decides to play a crude joke on me and I end up with a guy who whose lack of ambition keeps his pockets empty- mmmmm a very scary thought indeed!
So will I be taking a chance on Mr Big? I have decided, with the urge from my fantastic friends, that i will be saying yes to his offer of dinner, because when a man on holiday on the other side of the world can find time in his day to send little old me a text message enquiring after my health, then I know I can at least spare an hour or two to meet up with him for drinks at some overpriced bar which I have feeling he would just love- sigh!
LSGS
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