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Writer and lesbian culture gurug Diana Cage takes a moment during the recession to examine dating someone out of your income level. And how gay men and lesbians just might have a different take on income disparities.
"I want to date someone who wants to do bougie things and pay for them," He says confidently. "I want to get treated to fancy restaurants more before I'm too old to be a dinner whore."
"What about egalitarianism? What about having your own power in a relationship?" I say.
Stan rolls his eyes at me and mutters "Lesbians."
I don't know if it's a lesbian thing or if its just me but I don't really like having an income disparity. Mostly because I don't make that much as a writer and I don't want to have to feel weird about it. I want to be able to pick up the check as often as my date, and if she's taking me to Chez Panise, I don't want to have to take her to the free dinner night at the Govinda Temple with the Hare Krishnas.
Rewinding a few years I can remember the first time I dated someone who made significantly more than me. We'd only been on a few dates at that point and I'd yet to even think about things like income. I was in her living room flipping through the stack of Dwell magazines on her coffee table. She was in the kitchen opening a bottle of wine when I was suddenly struck by how expensive everything in her apartment clearly was.
I hadn't noticed it until that very moment, but I was definitely dating someone who made considerably more money than I did. I looked down at my shoes and thought I should have worn that pair of patent leather Charles David wedges I scored at Buffalo Exchange.
I wondered if she'd judge me? If she paid for everything would I have to put out? Twenty minutes earlier I was feeling normal, about to have dinner with a cute woman I'd met at an HRC event. Anxious, I snuck my cell phone out of my handbag while she was in the kitchen and texted Stan, "I think Suzanne makes a lot of money."
In return I got a smiley face.
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From the kitchen Suzanne called out "The cleaning lady doesn't come till Thursday so things are a bit of a wreck,"
I texted Stan, "OMG! She has a cleaning lady!"
He responded, "Maybe you should date her cleaning lady."
Annoyed, I turned off my ringer and decided I was already in it and should probably just relax. We dated for about two months, and truthfully she did pay most of the time. I tried to even it out by cooking for her at my place as often as I could but in the end we just didn't have enough in common and called it off.
I've had it go the other way too. Before I dedicated myself to the gay ghetto I was making an obscene amount of money. I was rolling in it and dating a social worker. Social workers are amazing, but it's not exactly a well-paying occupation. So anytime we went out, I paid. In fact, I pretty much supported her for a year and a half.
For whatever reason, being the one that made more made me feel guilty so I overcompensated by never letting her pay. Actually, that's not totally true, she did all the paying for the first two months while she was courting me. She liked it that way and I wanted to let her court me. But once we got to the girlfriend stage, my socialist leanings kicked in and I felt like I needed to spread the wealth.
Also, I have to confess, I've got expensive taste and when I've got money I like to roll baller-style. Guess that's why there's only 200 bucks in my savings account now. Sigh. My last astrology reading (I'm from San Francisco; we love astrology) my astrologer told me I would eventually end up making bank again. It's something about my Pluto and Mercury being in the second house or something. I'm really hoping she's right because there are an awful lot of designer shoes on my wish list, and they don't carry them at the thrift store.
Read more of Diana's stories here.
