Of Marriageable Age!!

I vollenteered at a fundraising event/banquet yesterday with the trustees of my college. Tickets ranged from 500-650 dollars, and beyond that attendants could enjoy a silent auction, chariot races, and yacht races. The event raised over 300,000 dollars for my school, and I was further convinced that my current number one trait in a potential mate, is the ever so shallow: wealth factor. Fucking ASS I wish I could by a chocolate waterfall for the backyard of my 12 million dollar lakeside Tahoe property. Fucking rich motherfuckers. Am I a horrible person??