I've never been with the kind of guy who bought me things (fast food meals notwithstanding). As nice as I think it would be to be excessively showered with expensive presents - I can't help but equate it with a proportionate level of insanity. Possessiveness, to be exact.
Hypothetically, I think a part of me would feel obligated to stay with him. I'd feel bought out, literally.
I mean, it's all fun and games when the money's not yours. But is he really the kind of guy you'd want to share a bank account with? And what kind of shit values would he impart on your future children?
I once knew a person who complained about her boyfriend only ever buying her 'cheap' jewellery from Angus & Coote. "He never buys me anything from Tiffany & Co.," she puffed.
And here I am cheering when a guy buys me a drink. Which again, is still never.
To equate how much someone feels for you through material things, I think signals some definite insecurity issues.
Or maybe this belief in myself is really a defense mechanism against the fact that I've just never been worth it. Hmm...
Hypothetically, I think a part of me would feel obligated to stay with him. I'd feel bought out, literally.
I mean, it's all fun and games when the money's not yours. But is he really the kind of guy you'd want to share a bank account with? And what kind of shit values would he impart on your future children?
I once knew a person who complained about her boyfriend only ever buying her 'cheap' jewellery from Angus & Coote. "He never buys me anything from Tiffany & Co.," she puffed.
And here I am cheering when a guy buys me a drink. Which again, is still never.
To equate how much someone feels for you through material things, I think signals some definite insecurity issues.
Or maybe this belief in myself is really a defense mechanism against the fact that I've just never been worth it. Hmm...