tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345750.post-1116617962479459232005-05-20T12:32:00.000-07:002005-05-20T12:39:22.486-07:00I have many stories about my ex-boyfriend, (Prince Fancy Lad), but this is my favorite.<br /><br />We'd been dating 7 months when he took me out for my 25th birthday. He'd already given me a present-<strong>a sweatshirt</strong>-that I guess was kind of sentimental because it was exactly like the one I always wore at his apartment. Still, not very romantic. So we go to this restaurant, which is fine, but nowhere special. <strong>Low-priced food</strong>, etc. Since I'm not a gold-digger, I didn't think much of it. Then he gave me another present- <strong>a book</strong>. Ok. <strong>But then he was really quiet, so I asked him what he was thinking about, and he said,</strong> <strong>"How much all of this is costing me."</strong> Asshole!<br /><br /><strong>His family is royalty in Thailand</strong>, <strong>he has the largest savings account of anyone under 50 that I know of,</strong> <strong>and his parents funded his graduate school studies</strong>. Give me a break! I broke up with him two days later.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345750-111661796247945923?l=myexwasacheapskate.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dirtyweekenderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06394088933165584955noreply@blogger.com4