And now we come to the crux of it

Another fascinating thing that I did recently was buy a new nose piercing.  I think the one that I got all those years ago was a little big and so I downsized.  And for whatever reason, I am able to change earrings like there's no tomorrow.  Nose piercings, however?  I get a little ashen faced.
Regardless, I got it done even though my hands smelled like onions because there were onions on my burger at dinner tonight and yes, I had a burger (vegetarian) two nights in a row because that's just how I roll.
But the thing that I have been mulling over for a while now has to do with relationships.
Allow me to share with you a very one sided story...
Michael and I (more Michael than I) are friends with D from run club.  He's in his mid fifties and has run close to 70 marathons.  He's well travelled: worked on a kibbutz in Israel; did India.  He has a good job with the District of North Van.  He's attractive, considerate and funny.  He's divorced and has two children in their twenties.  Every time the mileage starts to ramp up to around 14 or 16 miles with the clinic he laments "it's too soon!" like I do.  He's a bit cantankerous.  He drives a beater pick up truck and doesn't care too much about material things.  He always offers to give us a ride home from the clinic.  For my birthday one year he gave me Christmas light earrings that lit up.  Another time, when a few of us went for dinner and we all were walking home and I was cold, he lent me his pullover.
Long story short, we've known him for more than a few years now and we both really like him.  He's a solid guy with interesting stories.  He's laid back, is in good shape, has interesting interests and has a side job that keeps him busy.
He's been doing the online dating thing as of late and, recently started dating someone.  She lives in Edgemont which is a pretty tony area around here.  Apparently she's quite good looking and owns an esthetician shop.  They went on a few dates.  He was (and again, this is one sided since I don't know her side of the story) up front about his financial situation.
A bit about his financial situation: he has cheap rent in a basement suite; I don't believe he has any debt; he has RRSPs; he works for the District so he has a nice pension coming his way; and he doesn't blow his money on stupid shit.
Michael bumps into him a few days ago and he's on his way to the mall to buy new sheets.  Hubba hubba, things are heating up, it seems.  New sheets?  Man.  That's another thing I should wash one of these days.
Anyways, they go out, they go back to his place, yadda yadda, but she doesn't stay the night.  So that's weird, right?  It's typically the guy that's pulling on his pants after what he deems is the appropriate length of pillow talk, not the chick.
The next day she thinks they need to "have a talk".
Apparently it's not working out for her.  Apparently, it would have been better if he had taken her to a hotel.  His place is depressing.  She's looking for someone to travel with and show her the finer things in life.
Dude: I've been in D's truck.  Surely she has too.  So... when you were in his beat up Chevy were you thinking that his Lexus was in the garage?  And I've seen how he dresses: did she think he was a millionaire disguised as a civil servant?
So now D's been insulted and she's essentially dumping him after a mercy fuck because he can't keep her in the lifestyle to which she is accustomed.
I'm upset about this on many levels.  I'm upset because D is a good guy and it just seems that nice guys don't seem to get ahead.  I'm upset that this woman intimated that his lifestyle was beneath her.  If you don't want to date someone because their lifestyle isn't something that you can fathom?  Make a polite excuse and move on: don't be disparaging about the way that person lives.
Furthermore, I'm saddened and aggravated that there are women out there that are so blatantly expectant.  Again, apparently she's quite good looking, and I'm also quite naive because I know that hot chicks get way further in life than I will ever get, but at the end of the day, when Crystal Harris is marrying Hugh Hefner who is sixty years her senior, you gotta know it's not about the intellectualism.
Pretty women get more breaks.  Men with loads of money get pretty women.
This is what it's been reduced to?
Maybe if I'd been imbued with stellar good looks and an amazing rack I wouldn't be posting this particular blog.  I'd be posting pictures of my recently procured Coach handbag and trying on La Perla lingerie to make my husband happy because that would be my job: making my husband happy.
Last weekend I took a carload of friends out to Po's for a post New Years soiree.  I was talking to Coco and she said she had read a study that stated that couples that were roughly at the same attractiveness levels had more success in their relationships than, say, a 5 and an 8 might.
And then I considered this whole sense of financial entitlement bit and I looked at Michael and my relationship and yes: we're relatively evenly matched on the attractiveness scale (okay: he's hotter); and we're also pretty matched on the financial scale.  And maybe that keeps everything balanced.
I guess if I was some super hottie I could expect him to pick up the cheque every time we went out.  But I'm not a super hottie and, moreover, I don't want people to buy me stuff because of the way I look.
I don't know.  This whole thing has thrown both Michael and I for a loop.  I guess that, in 2013, I'm pretty put off that women expect to be taken care of because they're good looking.  And, perhaps if I were really, really good looking I would simply be reaping the benefits of that instead of writing this really long winded and rambling blog at almost midnight on a Saturday, but mostly I just think that if you so badly wanted your first night together to be in a hotel?  You should be able to make that happen of your own accord.