What he’s explaining is practical and makes sense, but Midge remains stuck on the way he describes her.
“Am I?” She asks, a smile playing at her lips. “Those things?”
A band is taking its place at the end of a makeshift dance floor and some of the couples in attendance shift over to it.
“Not a lot of people say what they mean, and there are different reasons for that,” Midge continues. “Some people see someone unconventional, like you, and think that it’s an opportunity to make themselves feel better about whatever faults they have.”
She pauses to sip her martini. “Someone like me being with someone like you doesn’t make sense to them because they’ve used money to get women to pay attention to them. If you don’t have money, why would we be together? There isn’t a lot of genuine affection in their world.”
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Date: 2024-12-24 01:20 pm (UTC)“Am I?” She asks, a smile playing at her lips. “Those things?”
A band is taking its place at the end of a makeshift dance floor and some of the couples in attendance shift over to it.
“Not a lot of people say what they mean, and there are different reasons for that,” Midge continues. “Some people see someone unconventional, like you, and think that it’s an opportunity to make themselves feel better about whatever faults they have.”
She pauses to sip her martini. “Someone like me being with someone like you doesn’t make sense to them because they’ve used money to get women to pay attention to them. If you don’t have money, why would we be together? There isn’t a lot of genuine affection in their world.”