Gold Digger Mentality
If there's one thing I credit myself with, it's my gold digger mentality.
I want someone who spends on me simply because I exist.
I want to be someone's Darshen.
I want to be someone's Shera Seven.
I want to be someone's goddess.
I want someone who genuinely enjoys making me happy because it makes them happy. As stupid as that might sound, it's what I want.
I want someone who actually cares when I don't say "hi" one day.
Someone who can't imagine being without me—but isn't a psycho.
Do you get it?
I want someone who's like, "Hey, want to go shopping? Bills on me."
I want to be that girl.
This mentality has saved me from a lot of nonsense.
I want a person who's like, "Hey, what do you want to eat this morning?" and poof—breakfast in bed.
I want actions. I'm tired of words.
If I hear another word, I swear I will scream.
Why? Because it's always just talk, talk, talk—no action.
"I want to get you flowers." Great. So do it.
"I love you." Fantastic. Show me.
My love language isn't words of affirmation. It's action.
I don't care what you wanted to do. You didn't do it, so don't bother telling me about it.
And for those asking, "What do you bring to the table?"
Nothing.
Because I didn't approach you.
You approached me.
Women have never been responsible for "bringing the table" in history, so don't ask me to start now.
If I do have a person, they'll find out what I bring once they've proven they're worth my time.
Yes, I very much have a gold digger mentality, and it has saved me from a lot of bullshit.
I've seen women suffer because they didn't want to embrace their worth. They settle for liars, cheaters, stingy, or abusive partners—and they get nothing in return.
If you're going to cry, at least cry on a private jet while sipping champagne. Don't cry over unpaid bills and broken promises.
I hope this clears things up.
If not, wave your magic wand and consult the wizard Liz. You're welcome.