THIS!!!
Thank Goddess for Croning!
I used to get these pitiful guys hitting on me every time I walked out my door. They could barely even keep a roof over their own heads and they wanted to make a baby with me. And I'd tell them off just like that.
I still get it every now and then, even though I'm fully Croned. I give them The Look like I'm the mama who just caught a little boy with his hand in the petty cash jar.
Reminds me of that song from back in the '80s --
Ain't nothing going on but the rent
You gotta have a J-O-B if you wanna be with me
No romance without finance!
Yes indeed!