Um, This Isn't A Bank

I met somebody through POF and went out with her for coffee. Once we sat down, the first thing she asked me was how much money I made. I didn't discuss figures, but I said that I was doing alright.

She then regaled me with stories about her overdue bills, and how she just didn't pay them because she didn't have the money, and how her last credit card only had a $5,000 limit, and how quickly that gets used up. She just didn't seem to have a grasp on how money, interest and credit ratings work. And by her own admission, she had debts of tens of thousands of dollars.

She made it quite clear that she wanted somebody who would take care of her financially, and if things worked out, co-signing on a credit card for her might be in the future.

The whole date felt like a sales pitch, and made me feel like a wallet on legs. I declined going back to her place afterwards, and instead went home and had a shower to wash the stench of loser off of me.

And that was the last date I had before the one where I met my the woman who became my wife.

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