Last night on my way home from a fun night, I met a very sweet girl. She’s nineteen and a model. I asked her where she was going. She said back home and to her apartment. She had to feed her dog because, you know, there was no one living there.
We got to talking about her apartment. The following is paraphrased
“You’re 19 and you bought your apartment?” I said.
“Yeah, but it was really cheap,” she said.
“You know you probably shouldn’t say that so nonchalantly. Like it’s no thing.”
“It makes you think that I didn’t work for it.”
I stopped talking to her as I just offended her. She kept talking to another teenager she met on the train.
“You should totally get a place,” she said.
“Oh, you know I spend all my money on McDonald’s. I can’t afford it,” the eighteen-year-old said.
“Oh, it’s the banks money anyway. All you need is $90,000 for the deposit…”