Hot take here: I love this woman. Sofia with an F can play for my team any day of the week. No pussy-footing around. When you get to your thirties, dating gets extremely real. Why waste two hours pretending to be interested in some feel-out conversation What's your favorite color, are you a product of incest, etc. Best to perform a literal credit check up top. That way, if he's playing with peanuts, she can finish the first round of drinks, politely fake a family emergency, and head for Jac's on Bond where, mercifully, there will be at least twenty dudes with the requisite 10 mill in their Fidelity account.
If I were still single, I'd be pulling similar moves. I'm asking for a snapshot of the contents of their medicine cabinet. Just a quick list of their prescription pills to get a sense of their sanity.
Then I want the most recent fifty text messages exchanged between father and daughter. They better be recent, loving, and frequent. I think that combination is fair in exchange for the login info to my finances, no? Tit for tat. All rights reserved. Getty Images.
