Sometimes the Grass is Greener

My daughter's first day in kindergarten was more exciting for me than for her, I think. I stood watching her and I felt so proud. I was sad that she would be away from me for two and a half hours but also alittle happy thinking about the things I could accomplish during that time. I was watching her enjoy herself with the other kids and I was checking out all the other parents. When I noticed a tall lady wearing black sunglasses and white track suit. My first thought was, seriously white track suit, she must be crazy cause no mother in her right mind with a kindergartener wears white. I stood there checking her out from head-to-toe. She had on a pair of silver flip-flops, her toes had a french manicure. The sweat pants were rolled at the bottom and she appeared alittle to tan for it to be natural. She was wearing a light pink tank top with silver rhinstones spelling out BeBe across the front. I could tell she must have had a boob job cause her boobs just looked alittle to good to be her own. From the toneness of her arms I could also tell she had to work out. Her nail bore a french manicure, but I was alittle to far away to tell if the nails were her own or not. Her hair was long and shiney, the kind I wished I had. She wore her blonde and brown highlighted hair parted in the middle and straight to the middle of her back. I couldn't tell if she was wearing any makeup or not because I was too far away and she had huge black sunglasses on. I noticed that for some reason she just looked out of place. She just looked alittle too good. She just stood there by herself watching her daughter. I noticed that all she was holding in her had was a cellphone and some keys. I remember thinking hmmm I wonder what kind of purse she carries. Did she leave it in her car? Did she walk here? I decided to be the friendly slash nosy person that I am and walked over to try and get the 411. Just as I walked over to say hi the bell rang and all the kids started running toward there classes. Once I turned around I caught site of the lady walking to the parking lot. Well I guess she did drive after all. I watched to see which car was hers and sure enough the black BMW with tinted black window she got into fit her appearance perfectly. I remember thinking that day, "I think I just say the real life barbie", bitch. When in reality I would have never guessed that I had just set my sites on a real life professional Gold Digger.

Gold Digger vs. Prostitute

The difference between sex for money and sex for free is that sex for money usually costs alot less. There is a difference between Gold diggers, a.k.a. Diggers and Prostitutes. Many people believe that they are one and the same. That is not true. What is true is, there's a fine line between them. The primary difference is , the prostitute is someone who sleeps with people she doesn't know for money. The Digger has targeted a guy and wants to keep him for a long-term thing--not just the five-hundred-dollar one shot deal. And hopefully it ends in getting your life paid for or marriage, but that depends on the goal of the individual Digger. As a Digger, the relationship you're looking for involves emotions. The prostitute wants the quick one-time transaction, maybe with repeat business. But she'll opt for no emotions, thank you very much. The Prostitute also gets paid before the sesexual act. A Digger gets paid afterward. And it's in the form of "shopping money, credit card usage, gifts...". You could say the Prostitute is smarter that way-to get paid up front. But the Diggers, still retains a little more dignity than just the ho doing the corner flesh hustle. The Digger gets wined and dined and romanced somewhat. She is appealed to more as a woman. The Prostitute is treated more like a beast. The Digger is known to be more educated and attractive, with obvious exceptions. Hookers are more crude and crudely do it for money. It doesn't matter who the men are, as long as they pay up. Diggers check out a guy. And the better the Digger, the more selective she is. And Digging is definetly safer. There are no pimps to pay off or fear. You work for yourself and depend on your own ingenuity for survival. After doing the research for both sides I think that emotionally, there is no difference at all between the two because the both end up feeling like a whore--and thats never fun.