Craigslist golddigger

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Dating is about who gets you to Central Park West.

Marriages are about what happens when the shit hits the fan. When happens when the business fails and the money goes away. What happens when the boobs sag, the hair goes away. When happens when there's a car wreck and someone's left in a wheelchair. What happens when the kid turns out to have mental problems. What happens when one person has a total crisis of confidence and goes into depression. What happens when somebody loses their religion. What happens when somebody turns up quadriplegic and needs to have their shit physically removed from their bowel. What happens if somebody needs to work 14 hours a day from Hong Kong for six months. Is there a foundation of love, caring, support and commitment that will carry it through?

Life is as much a gift if you are on Central Part West or in a double-wide in tornado country. The food still tastes the same when cooked with care. The dog doesn't know from either location and actually prefers simpler access of the trailer to piss and shit outdoors. Sex feels identical. Cuddling in front of the TV feels identical. The type of love shown to the children is the same.

We must excuse this child for not understanding what is important. She is in her twenties. A hot babe but in the woods nonetheless. And the reaction to her post is near-universal outrage. Her comeuppance is due, and if she is truly wise she will learn from it.