Maybe back in the old days, say 20 years ago, I might have let myself be impressed by rich guys flaunting their wealth. I might have allowed myself the dubious pleasure of being a wannabe WAG of some hotshot businessman/celebrity/sportsman.
Fast forward 20 years and what seems like several lifetimes later, and faced with a similar situation very recently, I found myself laughing instead. One particular phrase of a famous Shania Twain song kept repeating itself in my head – 🎶🎶🎶”That don’t impress me much” 🎶🎶🎶
I’ll call him “Mr Bling” for the sake of anonymity, and to spare him embarrassment. I assure you however, that no matter how bombastic or larger than life some of my experiences may seem, they are, unless I have specifically stated otherwise, based on real experiences.
Mr Bling’s favourite word is “Loaded”, as in “Having plenty of money”. He drives a flash sportscar with individualised numberplates. I’ve given him the nickname “Mr Bling” because he loves wearing chunky gold jewellery around his neck and on his fingers, much like Mr T’s character B.A Baracus from “The A Team”.
I must be the most frustrating, infuriating and annoying potential amorous conquest Mr Bling has ever encountered. Not that I’m in any way interested in a booty call. But Mr Bling seems to think I’m “up for it”, and his lewd suggestions and hints back up his convictions.
The truth of the matter is, when Mr Bling brings out his huge … wad of cash, and slams it down on the table in front of me, and proclaims that he’s “loaded” and has “never wanted for cash”, “always carries around $10000”, and sleeps in his house with “around $38k in cash”, instead of impressing me, it just makes me think of all the homeless people and dogs he could have helped, if he donated that money instead of flaunting it in front of people.
He also believes that because other women swoon and fall at his feet when he throws his cash about, I’d be the same. But I just so happen to be that rare bird that can’t be bought.
Sorry, mate, you can wave your pieces of green, yellow, blue and pink coloured plastic paper all over the place and posture all you like, but🎶🎶🎶 that don’t impress me much 🎶🎶🎶.
Mr Bling thinks he can buy my love. Well, my love isn’t for sale at any price. I give it freely, but only to the few who deserve it. And certainly not to someone who thinks I should be at his beck and call, that I’ll drop everything for him just because he says so. Nope. There are things I have to do and I will do them first, I’m not compromising on my own life because you say so. You have no right to feel so entitled.
Okay, so you finally bought me that cup of coffee…after months of saying you would (what a tightwad! But then again, millionnaires don’t get rich by being generous with their money, right). But that doesn’t mean you’ve bought me. Not at all, matey!
You can’t impress me by showing off your material wealth, and if you even try doing that it just goes to prove that you know nothing about me. And if you, knowing nothing about me, don’t bother to try finding out what makes me tick, then you don’t deserve me.
I found these quotes on Google Images, that echo the sentiment that Money cannot buy Love. Enjoy!