by April May Maple

Created on: March 15, 2010

Thursday Morning Coffee

"I'm a gold digger, so what? I can think of a lot worse things to be than a gold digger," I said with indifference as I sipped my caramel macchiato. It was Thursday morning, my coffee date with Denise. We had been best friends throughout elementary school and having coffee dates on Thursdays since high school graduation. It was our ritual.

"I just don't get it at all. Don't you feel wrong judging a man based on his bank account?" Of course she wouldn't get it. Denise couldn't understand anything that was different from the route she chose. You wouldn't find me giving up everything that brought me joy in life for a career that I constantly complained about just so I could feel successful. But hey, to each his own, right?

"Money isn't all I am interested in; it is simply a trait I prefer. Some girls want a blue-eyed blond, others want that all-American athletic type and who can forget Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome? Why is it any different to look for and fantasize about someone who is wealthy? Is it better to turn someone down because they have chest hair or for being too short rather than being financially insecure? At least if they tried, they could improve their finances. There are other things I want in a man as well, like a good sense of humor and being great with kids."

"I guess," she shrugged her shoulders and made that face, the one that says yeah, whatever you tell yourself to feel better. Sometimes I wondered how Denise and I had remained friends. The years had definitely left their imprint on us both and it seemed that fate was pulling us in opposite directions. Denise used to get me, but now, I felt she was always judging me and I had to justify my choices to her.

"Well, you know the number one reason married couples fight is over finances. Marrying wealthy eliminates that. I don't want to live paycheck to paycheck, struggling just to get by comfortably. Plus, someday I want kids and I want to be home to raise them," I said.

"I'm sure the Tiffany's bracelet or the Fendi spy bag didn't hurt either," she had said it with a harmless giggle but it was meant as something deeper, something a little bit more condescending. I had heard her make a million little comments like that to people's faces only to mock them the minute they were gone.

"Well, not to be conceited but I think I am worth a little pampering. I try to be a great girlfriend and a good person. Every woman should be pampered every now and again. I pity any woman who isn‘t!"

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