I pay for your fare.

I pay for the meals when we go out to eat.

Am I your father?

Am I your husband?

Why am I doing all these things?

And what do you give me in return?

– “Companionship, friendship, etc”

Do you mean I can get that from my friends?

Are you saying that if you were just my friend, I wouldn’t have gotten companionship from you?

If yes, then why would I have chosen you as my friend in the first place?

If I am expected to pay for your fare, meals and the likes when I am not your father, only makes you like a prostitute. Am I right? Not a fully ranked prostitute though, but a low-key one: I give you my money, you let me have your body. We keep this madness sane by saying we are dating. How deceitful!

Listen girl: Pay for your own meals.

Let me support you at my own will. I am not stingy.

Pay for your fare.

Aren’t you working?

Should we become an lovers, will I be expected to feed you every day?

Am I going to be providing for you always?

What will you bring to the table?

Your p**sy? Is that all you’ve got?

I don’t want!

I want a woman who will elevate me.

A woman who will HELP me rise.

I don’t want a woman who is a ‘charity project’.

I want a woman who will have my back, not one who eats from my back…pocket.

I want a woman who can inspire me to lead, not inspire me to feed her only: Man shall not live by bread alone… you know!

So, if your idea about dating is about me feeding you, providing for you as if you are fatherless, then why date?  Just accept that you are on the path of prostitution so we can make it unapologetically official; You get my money, I get your body.

WISE UP!