Over the past couple years I’ve been on MySpace, I’ve been befriended by at least three dozen girls who are so similar that they might as well be the same person.
Most of them aren’t very good looking, but some are okay. Most of them are a little chubby, but a few are thin. All of them (no exceptions) are single mothers.
If you were going by looks alone and viewing things from a shallow perspective, then I guess you could say that I’m out of their league. I’m tall (6’4"), thin (190 lbs.), and I like to think that I’m pretty good looking - I get a decent number of compliments, a ton of those little looks in public, and the guy who does my hair thinks I look like Zach Braff. I say that not to brag, but to let you know that I’m not some hideous troll that no woman would even look at if he wasn’t rich.
I’ve gone to meet a lot of these girls because we seemed to hit things off well enough online. Often things will also go well in person - I mean if they don’t see my '96 Saturn and suddenly get a “surprise” call and suddenly have to be somewhere else and then never contact me again.
There was one that I got along with quite well. After we met the first time, she started calling me almost every day. Then, during one conversation, I mentioned that I was getting sick.
“Well, at least you have insurance. Go to the doctor!”
“Uh, I don’t have insurance.”
“Oh.”
The call lasted another five minutes. I never heard from her again after that.
It’s kind of funny that the one MySpace girl who I did have a relationship with, and who didn’t care that I didn’t have much money, was a hell of a lot cuter and smarter than any of the golddiggers.
You know, there’s a little part of me that wouldn’t mind staying poor forever. At least then I’d know who likes me for me.