Great song for a gold digging bitch, am I right? I can never be called a gold digger. I won’t ever allow a random guy to buy me drinks in a bar. It can put a woman in a dangerous situation and it’s not worth the six bucks. (Please see my blog post about date rape drugs.) Besides, then you are stuck talking to this guy, how horrible. A gentleman, buying drinks? Run! He could be the love of your life, eww, how gross.
Ok, if the guy is cute and does the gentleman thing, I’d let him buy. One. Only because he is sweet and adorable. That’s why you leave the house right? To meet a sweet and adorable gentleman.
Big spenders are not adorable. They are arrogant, obnoxious arseholes, and they will hurt ya, even while you’re wearing that diamond bracelet (which are just pretty handcuffs.)
Not my scene, and you?