The Human Piggy Bank

I never really thought I would get the chance to be a human piggy bank, until I met Olivia. I should have known she’d have me hooked the moment I met her. What I did not know was that she would have her hand in my wallet from day one. I know there are such girls as “gold diggers”, but if that’s the case, why would one choose me? I am a college student and work at Best Buy down the road from my school.You don’t need to be a rocket scientist to figure out that I am not rolling in the dough here. It’s a low paying job, and I was comfortable with that until I learned that I would be supporting Olivia. I drive a 1994 Hyundai. That should speak for itself.
On an average trip to the mall, I assume that I will be spending at least enough money to buy Olivia a few outfits, or shoes or something that she is in desperate “need” of. It’s hard to say no to her puppy dog eyes. When we get the cash register with Olivia’s heaping pile of clothes, she gives me this look. It’s the ‘Ok, it’s time to take out your credit card look” and then she’ll bat her pretty eyelashes at me. Sometimes I feel like the cashiers feel sorry for me and they almost shake their heads. There are those fleeting moments of weakness when you pass another helpless guy, wandering the mall, in the grasp of his money-draining girlfriend.Your eyes meet, and you know that you’re not alone. You realize that there are, in fact, other guys as pathetic as you. At first, it didn’t get to me because I was just in shock that I was able to rope in a girl like Olivia. As I watch my bank statements lower, I realize what has become of me. I am buying the love of a girl.