Gold Diggers of 1986

That was the year my girlfriend gave up on any idea of completing her degree and instead seemed to be settling into her new minimum-wage job.
     “My parents actually told me they’re worried I won’t amount to anything,” she said. “But here I am, sitting in a nice apartment on a new leather couch, and I think I’m doing pretty well.”
     But it was my apartment.
     My couch.
     And although I’d never thought I’d ever make enough money to attract a gold digger, who could’ve imagined there’d ever be a gold digger who’d be satisfied with the money I make.