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Compensation
Lunch with Prof G this afternoon. He tells me that his son is dating a man whose family owns an island. (I think, Lucky bugger.) And then he says, "Don't automatically discount marriage to a rich man." Later, he informs me that Dr. Edo is very wealthy. (I think, Hmm.) I've already decided to marry Dr. Edo, so I'm not making a decision based on money here, people. Clearly I'm not. But I do want a man who is able to keep me in a manner to which I've always wanted to become accustomed. If that man is Dr. Edo, so be it. The latest acquisitions include another suit, a pair of running shoes, two Japanese cookbooks, a book about teaching in Japan, three button-down shirts. I finally took all the tags off the clothes last night and the guilt I felt was hard to wrangle. I fought with Max about money money money all day yesterday. At one point I insisted that he just take the fucking iBook back and keep it if he couldn't return it because I was sick of listening to him bitch at me about money when I clearly never asked him for a fucking thing--except, you know, to fund my selfish lifestyle for the last two years and to pay for this trip to Japan...God, I am such a bitch. But in all honesty, I think six fucking years without sex deserves some monetary compensation. That's a bitchy thing to say right there, I know. But fuck it. I'm still paying for those years, so why shouldn't he? I have such a problem with this.
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