Sometimes when I’m bored, I go back to toast random ladies who had earlier turned me down ππ½. They’ve earlier cited different reasons: from background, to religion, ethnicity and age. Now I have more money and all those things don’t matter to them again, I’m now their spec π so I give them false hopes. Funny how money, material things and social status sustain our relationships but fake love and pretense in humanity take the credit. Not gonna date any of you peasants either, I’ll look for someone in my class. π
in Confession