Random story: when I was about 23, I used to hang out with this single mom in her early 30s, nasty divorce in progress where he had been banging his secretary and ran off with her. She was broke, delivered packages part-time and juggling child care, but when her daughter was with her husband every other weekend, I’d bring a pizza over and we’d hang out.
She was very pretty, but we didn’t have much of a connection. Nice soccer mom type blond with C or D cups, but she was very vanilla and church-oriented, and honestly, not the brightest bulb in the chandelier. She didn’t want to get emotional anyway, so it worked as a FWB situation. Catch up, watch a movie over pizza and beer, fuck, and go our separate ways.
One weekend, I can tell things are a little different with her, and while we’re hanging out she mentions that she’s been getting hassled by debt collectors. She’s $3,000 in the hole from shopping online too much and her only credit card is maxed out, and it’s true, she’s bought some frivolous crap around the house, but that’s none of my business. It was really indirect and circuitous, but I can see the writing on the wall I’m about to get hit up to help her with money.