Peacocking About Money Isn’t the Flex Men Seem to Think It Is
It’s sexist. It’s insulting. It’s suspicious. It’s sad.
A couple years ago, a sensitive, smart, good-looking guy from my past returned to my world. He’d never offered any real explanation or apology for having ghosted me years earlier, back when I fell in love with him — but now here he was. And at the end of a particularly vulnerable chat, he made an offer:
He’d like to buy me a present.
This guy already alluded to being glad to spend big money on women. Clothes, plane tickets, even just transfer some cash. None of that surprised me; years earlier, he’d mentioned dropping over $700 on throwing a party for someone he’d only just begun dating (now an ex), or covering the majority of her expenses on their travels.
What did I want him to buy me now? he asked. What a question…
I did have wants. For instance… my cat was dying. I could’ve used money for vet bills, or a ticket home to my parents’ house in the US to see her. Alternatively, months earlier, I’d dropped €4000 on freezing eggs — and the clinic retrieved only three. I so wanted to freeze more… but couldn’t afford to.
Jilted women don’t feel entitled to voice such sentimental wants, though. His offer was material. My…
