One of the guys I almost married was loaded. Lived in a very posh area in his country's capital. I was heaped by Prada, Cartier and whatnots. Went to Michelin starred restaurants, partied at Santorini, Ibiza, etc. However, I HAD NEVER asked him for anything, so he just gave them to me. Most of the stuff he had given me are still at his place anyway. Wotever little I brought home, bags, shoes, etc, I had already given them away. I remember that one birthday, he gave me a Black Amex subcard. I gave it back to him on the spot and told him instead to get me some books which were on my Wishlist on Amazon.com. He told me outright that one of the reasons why we stayed so long together was because he was impressed by my blase and even irreverent attitude towards the so-called "finer things in life". He knew I was no gold-digger and respected me for that. But we didnt have much of a chemistry after all. Im a rough and tumble kind of guy who likes to go to slouchy, laid-back places while he sees himself as refined and likes going to hip and happening places to be seen. I like second hand clothes stores, he likes posh shops. Without revealing any details, the relationship crashed and burnt. Truth be told: he admitted to me that he was very very unappy and called his "friends" - leeches. But on the flipside, he ADORES the attention they give him. He can act like a total prick to others in public but was actually a very nive person behind closed doors. I could not live with his isses and hated the life he leads, so I left. Im a man, I got my own cash (albeit, not very much). Dont need no other man to buy me stuff and dont need no other man to depend on financially, thank you very much.