Beef is Broke: And the Split-Tail Don't Know It

This recession did not make me poor. In fact, I was way poorer a year ago. Never have the ladies been aware though, and that’s a good thing. Although I’m not flashing stacks or getting front-row seats to the game, I manage to live well when I’m out and about. That is very important. Rich is not required, but poor means instant dis-qualification with most females.

A man that can at least support himself has a much better chance than a mooch. Hey, we don’t like poor, dependent, gold-diggers either, do we? Well, guys like anything with a warm place to stick it.

Let the gold-diggers come. Personally, when I take a gold-digger home in the morning, in my vehicle that lacks a front end, badly needs paint, and will soon rust through on all sides, I know that I won’t have to worry about her clinging!  She probably just hopes that I don’t run out of gas before I get her to her door!

If I don’t want a girl to see my disgrace of a ride, I will cough up the $15 cab fare to get her home and hope that by the time she has to get in, I’ve already swooned her in other ways. (It’s not always enough.)