I finally meet a guy who's attractive, funny, very nice, sent me flowers at my new job... only to find out he's 32, crashing on his parents' couch "for awhile," and has no car.... yet he has a job, so where's the money going?!
Somehow, he can't see why I don't want to go out with him again. I'm no golddigger, but get your act together! Am I wrong?—Stop Cooking With Cheese!