Call Her a Lady, Yes, But Call Her Mine

Rich guy meets poor girl — or is that really how it goes?

Photo by Ashley Byrd on Unsplash

She is not what you might expect upon first glance. The tattoo of a red rose peeks out from the cuff of her white dress shirt when she serves me my first glass of wine. The clock face on my watch ticks past seven p.m. — and I already know I’m being stood up on this dinner date. It’s a shame, yes, but…