I Don’t Need Your Money — I Can Spoil Myself

I’m so tired of guys who think that all women care about is money. A decent woman won’t care about how much useless crap you can buy her because if she wants something, she can buy it herself. I make my own money. I have my own things. I want your love, attention and time — that’s what really matters.

I’m no gold digger. It grosses me out when girls only date men for their money — it’s a crappy thing to do. I wouldn’t want to find out that a guy was only with me for superficial reasons. I refuse to date a man for any financial gain. It actually makes me feel uncomfortable when the person I’m with has a lot more money than I do.

That’s not what’s important. A guy can have all the money in the world, but if we don’t connect, it doesn’t matter. I used to date someone who had a hard time expressing his feelings, so he tried to do so by buying me thoughtful presents. It was very sweet and he was a great gift-giver, but it wasn’t what I needed. I needed emotional intimacy and he just couldn’t go there. I know he wanted to, but he didn’t know how. All the presents in the world couldn’t solve that problem.

I don’t like feeling like I owe anyone. If someone else is bearing my financial burden, I can’t help but feel obliged to that person. I’ve never liked having anyone else pay for me. I’ve been supporting myself since I started college. I refuse to take money from my family, so why would I take it from a man? It always seems like there’s some sort of trade-off involved, and I don’t feel comfortable with that dynamic.

I want to spend time with you. That’s the most precious gift any guy can give me — the gift of his time. It’s more valuable by far than any sort of gift. Memories are priceless. I don’t give a crap about going out to fancy dinners or renting yachts. We can lie around in the park for all I care. It’s about spending that face time with the person you care about. It shows that there’s more to the relationship than the surface nonsense.

I want your love, not your money. I want big love, deep love, love that transcends all the highs and lows of life. Money comes and goes, but good love won’t. The true stability of a relationship lies in the strength of the bond you share, not the amount of financial ease you enjoy. Give me all the love you can and I’ll be honestly and truly happy.

I want sweet gestures, not presents. The little things matter the most. It’s about kisses, cuddles, and most of all, thoughtful actions. Massage my back without me asking. Bring me a glass of water when you get up to get one for yourself. I dated someone who used to save me a cold glass of water in the fridge before he refilled the Brita pitcher, and I thought that was just the sweetest thing ever. I dated someone else who rubbed my feet every time I went over to his place. Those are the memories that stick with me — not how much money they spent on me.

I’m financially independent. I’ve taken care of myself just fine so far without a guy; I don’t need someone to take me on as a project now. I do want someone who takes care of his own business so I don’t have to support him, but I don’t need a sugar daddy. I have my own stuff going on. I pride myself on being an independent adult who’s able and ready to pay my own way. Taking that away from me would cripple my self-worth and sense of individuality.

I can take care of myself with money — take care of me other ways. There are some things that I can’t get from myself, and those things aren’t money and presents. Those things are physical affection and love. I can love myself in different ways, but it’s not the same. I need everything from a guy EXCEPT money, honestly. Be man enough to make the effort to share yourself with me in other ways. Presents and financial contributions feel like the easy way out to me.

I’d like emotional support instead. I’d much rather have a shoulder to lean on than a nice pair of shoes. Don’t worry about impressing me with earning potential or your stock portfolio — I really couldn’t care less. Share your hopes and dreams with me. Listen when I share mine. Comfort me and buoy me up through disappointments and sadness. Rejoice with me in our respective successes. These things mean the world to me; money doesn’t.

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