6
The next day at work, Savannah strutted around the office, showing off a new handbag. She made sure everyone noticed, circling the room several times.
It wasn’t cheap–probably around $50,000.
I guess Chase wasn’t completely stingy. I just wasn’t worth his effort.
“Oh, this is the bag my boyfriend insisted on buying me,” Savannah said. “I didn’t even want it, but he just had to get it for me.”
Coworker A: “Your boyfriend treats you so well! When will I get a sweet romance like that?”
Coworker B: “Well, Savannah is gorgeous, and she comes from a good family. Of course, her boyfriend would be amazing. It’s all relative.”
Bingo. A broke guy and a gold digger–a perfect match.
Savannah walked over to me and said, “You can tell how much a man loves a woman by how much he’s willing to spend on her. Chase told me he never spent much on you when you two were together. How sad!”
She wasn’t wrong. He used to buy me $9.99 lipsticks, and I’d pretend to be thrilled. Then I’d gift him designer clothes or shoes in return, always downplaying how expensive they were to protect his ego.
I replied, “I was too young to know better. At least I’ve gotten rid of the trash now.
“Speaking of trash, what brand of garbage bag are you? You seem to carry a lot.”
Savannah’s face darkened. “You’re just bitter because you couldn’t keep Chase. He said you two aren’t even in the same league. Turns out, he was right!”
