A Foreign Exchange 09September2012
If you want my love, don't offer me money - there's a name for that and it's never been in my job description, professional or otherwise. I don't want your money.
Don't buy me gifts. Anyone can stop into a store and buy things. Really, you must be more creative than the price tag. I have everything I need and besides, chances are it's not the one I had in mind anyway. Don't buy me useless 'things.'
Don't take me out to the most expensive restaurant in town, or buy me diamonds or useless trinkets. I know what I like to eat and it's not twenty-five dollars per plate, nearly ever. There's a story behind every piece of jewelry I wear - I don't just wear any old thing.
But if you ask me, I might share a story or two - and ask to hear your story, too.
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