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I'm not saying I'm a gold digger

I went on a date with a millionaire last week. Okay, I don't actually know that he's a millionaire...but I'm pretty sure. My cyber stalking revealed quite a lot about this guy, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hoping he would pick me up in his Lamborghini. He picked me up in his Audi instead. It was fun to play rich for the night. He insisted we order one of every single thing on the menu that either of us wanted to try. The food had to be brought out in waves because we ordered way too much to fit on the table. While I don't think either of us would ever choose to go back to that restaurant (Louisiana food in Utah...what a joke) it was definitely a memorable experience. He was attractive and nice, but not really my type. While there was a piece of me that wanted to throw myself at him his wallet, that "I'm not saying she's a gold digger" song got stuck in my head and it was just so not worth it.

This experience led me to make a minor adjus…

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