People here have high standards. They think money. I think integrity, emotional depth, and self-respect. A nice car can’t fix broken character. You know what’s wild? I’ve dated men with everything on paper. The right address. The right title. The impressive portfolio. And zero capacity for emotional depth. They could buy me anything except what I actually wanted—to be seen. To be respected. To be chosen by someone who valued my mind as much as my presence. Here’s the thing: wealth without charac