At my first job in Canada, I met a lovely Mongolian girl a few years older than me. Cute, tall, slim, educated, smart and single. And also terrified that she was turning 30 and there was no suitor in sight.
We were working in a cashmere store, so most of our customers were high-income professionals. Every now and then, we would have handsome and fairly young men come in to buy gifts for their wives or girlfriends. They would spend 400-500$ without blinking on a pretty sweater or a cozy wrap for the special ladies in their life, with that little private smile on their faces. You could tell they were imagining the surprise and delighted “ooh’s” and “aah’s” of the women about to receive the fluffy bundles of luxury. Continue Reading »









