I ran into a woman the other day that I had gone out with about four or five years ago. Some friends and I had gone out for a late lunch at the Cracker Barrel and I was waiting outside as she was coming out the door. My first thought was "this woman is pretty hot" and then she turned around and I recognized her. She recognized me as well and gave me a hug. It surprised me so much to see her, it threw me off my game. I did manage to get out that it was a great surprise to see her and the last I heard she was remarried and living in Florida. She muttered something about she "was going through it again" so I assumed she meant divorce.
Outside of her looks and the fact that she had lost weight and the body was now smoking hot, was the fact that she had the uniform on of the Cracker Barrel waitress. My friend saw us hug and talk for a few minutes and he asked me about her. I told him that she and I had gone out a couple of times several years ago but I thought she was a gold digger. She had grown accustomed to a certain high standard of living and wasn't going to settle for anything else. I found it ironic that she was now working at the Cracker Barrel and just a little bit karmatic. I know that is not a word but it is my blog. I am sure she will keep digging until she finds another pot of gold.
I have dated several gold diggers over the past ten years or so and I discovered several things about myself and about that type of woman. What do I have to offer the gold digger? They love the sex, they love my sense of humor, and they love my personality and intelligence, but all I really have to offer as far as "gold" goes is $500 in rolled up change in a sock drawer, a Toyota with over 160,000 miles on it and taped up windows, and a career as a retail flunky. I may hate country music but I am living a country song if anyone ever has.
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