I really hate it when a woman asks me how much I make, or how much I have in the bank.
A friend of mine hated that even more. He was in a fancy restaurant, on a first date. The woman kept asking him about his financial details. She just wouldn’t let up.
My friend excused himself to go the rest room. But he didnโt go to the rest room. He went out to his car, got in, and drove away. How the woman got home I donโt know.
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That question is important to a woman. They prefer that you are a doctor or a pilot.
I can’t imagine asking anyone how much they make, even a family member. Are these people raised in a barn? Don’t they even own an etiquette book?
The correct answer is, “More than you will ever see.”
Then you get up and leave.