What Do You Think Women Want? Part 2

The Rich Guy
And then there are the ones that have money and feel like their money should speak for them, that they don’t have to do anything. They either take you on a date and brag about their money or take you to their offices, homes and on their exotic cars. Then when the relationship doesn’t go well, they say you are a gold digger.What do you expect? You just showed her that you can provide for her that you are the “man”. Don’t get me wrong, we all love money, but it’s not everything.
What do you expect from a girl that okay, is looking for money or a job (or a better job)? You guys meet, and she probably just want to be friends (most of us want to be friends first, except we are horny), and she ask for your money (rarely the case) or help with a job. Most shy wealthy guys use this as an opportunity to ask a girl out. Some of you make it so bad that if she doesn’t, she should forget about the job.


What do you expect from the girl? She has to play girlfriend with you just to get what she wants (which in most case she doesn’t, except she’s really smart). For me it’s a win win, you get the relationship “sex”, she gets the job, money or whatever you were promising to give her. So how is she a gold digger? If she’s a gold digger, what does that make you? Cause you are definitely not the victim here.
There’s this guy I almost dated, a Muslim guy, he has money, lives in a duplex and has a nice car (sorry I’m not good with car names). He gave me a lift on my way home one day, we exchanged numbers and then he invited me to his office. Then I was on my leave and I wasn’t doing much so I decided to go to his office. We talked a little and I waited for him to close from work and we left together, he dropped me at my junction and gave me some money for just seeing him. At the time I needed the money since the damn company I work for didn’t pay me any leave allowance. I went home wondering if he could give me such money for just visiting for like an hour, what he would do if I stayed longer. I actually gave this guy my number because he worked where I wanted to work and I needed someone from there so whenever I applied for a job there, I could tell the person to help me with the process. But being the guy that he was it was obvious he wanted me to date him.

 After he closed from work one day, he called me to invite me to his house that he would pick me from my house and then we go to his house. I’m not one to visit people at their homes but I felt since I’m not doing anything and it seems to be his thing, maybe I should go with him. That was how I saw how big the house was and how tastefully designed it was yet lonely. He had a parrot and pigeons, he said he’s brother lives in the BQ but I didn’t meet his brother, he traveled. He had a guard that cleaned his house and opened his gate but he did the cooking himself. I was surprised for the first time; he didn’t ask me to cook for him, considering most Igbo guys always insist I cook for them if I happen to be in their houses. So, he took a shower and came down stairs and started cooking. The least I could do was hang around the kitchen and gist with him because he seemed to have everything under control. He was making chicken pepper soup and rice. He showed me his girlfriend/fiancée’s picture, that she’s in Dubai and he would marry her next year. And then I asked myself silently, what the hell am I doing here?! Then again I told myself, well he’s a Muslim, she’s far away, she’s his girlfriend/fiancée not wife yet, so it’s expected even though I’m not that kind of girl. I played along but had it at the back of my mind that this wasn’t going anywhere. We can be really good friends but I can’t date him. Even though he made mention of she permanently being in Dubai and being the Muslim that he is, he wouldn’t mind having a Nigerian girlfriend/fiancée. Some girls might be cool with that but I’m, not that kind of girl. That “date” ended and then he dropped me off at his junction and gave me money for a cab, although it was more than a cab fare.

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