When The Reading Said Hypergamy Is a Healing Path—Fight Me
Because dating broke men was my villain origin story
She walked in smelling like ambition.
Her: “Okay. I just ended it with my ex. He was sweet, but broke. Emotionally and financially.”
I nodded like a priest hearing confession.
Her: “And now I’m thinking about dating up. Like—hypergamy. Soft life. I don’t need fireworks. I need financial foresight.
Because at this point? I’m not sure what the return is on dating for free.”
She blinked at me, dead serious.
Her: “So I’m just asking the cards: Should I date men with money, or keep pretending chemistry pays rent? Because I’ve done love. I’ve done vibes. I’ve done ‘we’re in this together.’
And all I got was emotional labor and a man who thought splitting rent was intimacy.”
First Card: Six of Pentacles
Me: “This card is about balance. Equal give and take. Generosity.
Not you investing in him like a startup and watching him emotionally IPO with someone else.”
She snorted.
Me: “It says you’re ready to receive.
Not crumbs. Not broken potential. Actual provision.”
Her: “So it’s not shallow to want a man who pays for dinner and therapy?”
Me: “It’s shallow to settle for someone who makes you pay and apologize.”
Second Card: Knight of Cups (Reversed)
Me: “Here he is. Mr. ‘Babe, I had a dream last night about us owning land but can I borrow $20 till Friday?’”
She doubled over.
Me: “This is the romantic who cries during sex but disappears when the light bill’s due.
He’ll write you a playlist. He will not fix your brakes.”
Her: “How are they always emotionally expressive but can’t express a budget?”
Me: “Because they studied astrology, not accounting.”
Third Card: Queen of Pentacles
Me: “Here’s the grown version of you.
She’s moisturized. She’s unbothered. She pays her own bills but prefers not to.”
Her: “That’s me!”
Me: “She wants a partner, not a dependent.
And yes, she dates men who understand that ‘provider’ doesn’t mean ‘financially abusive with opinions.’
It means: you bring me peace, consistency, and gas money. Period.”
She sat back, radiant.
Her: “So I can date for stability… and still be in alignment?”
Me: “Yes.
Just remember—security is sexy until it becomes surveillance.
Make sure he’s investing in you, not trying to own you.”
She blinked.
Her: “Oh. That part."
Then she got quiet.
Her: “Okay but like… will I actually like one of these provider-type men? Or will I end up lying to myself for lifestyle perks and luxury hotel robes?”
I pulled one last card.
Looked at it.
Grinned.
She clutched her bag.
Her: “No. What. Did. It. Say.”