it's not you, it's your financial situation

this dude i've been seeing, who i like a lot, is broke. not broke because he's a fuck up or because he's lazy or anything like that. broke because he's going to school full-time. he is in serious debt from four years of undergraduate studies and also in serious debt from an artistic undertaking that didn't go quite as planned.

but i adore him in a lot of ways.

besides the more long-term concern of his appalling financial background marring my perfect credit, the biggest problem is that sometimes there are some things a woman wants that cost money. in my case, it's FOOD. and i'm not even talking i want this dude to buy me food. i'm talking i just want this dude to have enough money to accompany me when i go to get food. but he is broke. really, really broke. broke to the point that his diet consists solely of wendy's and dumplings from one of those five for a dollar places in chinatown. don't get me wrong. i love dumplings, but there are only so many i can eat over the course of a month.

so what can i do. i feel bad for wanting so selfishly to make that occasional trip to cornelia street cafe, the oyster bar at grand central, even chikalicious. he really needs to maintain a moderate lifestyle for the time being, and i want to spend fifteen dollars at a dessert bar?!

so i'll experience three courses of chocolate with TC, slurp down kumamotos with RG. not a big deal, right? but practically all my friends are men, and if you were the dude i adored, wouldn't that kind of bother you?

in a year and a half, i'm sure he'll be making more than enough money to watch me suck on those perfectly seasoned red potatoes at la luncheonette. that is, if we can both stomach this situation till then.