“Slum Ho Millionaire.”
About a year ago, I started writing a fiction story based on real-life events (mine). The premise of it was a lot like the Chicago Stadium Club where I work at the United Center: four females work together at a private club in a sports Arena. But the twist is that all four of them, with ages ranging from 24 to 55, become pregnant at the same time, and there’s a mystery surrounding the father of one of the ladies’ babies.
Anyhow, I wasn’t sure about that plotline but recently came up with a new one. I’ve been conducting an experiment at work and think it would make a good story with a little fictional drama added. Ultimately, I’m going to build on the actual events and tell a more exciting story, but this premise is there’s a girl in her early 20s who, after years of serial monogamy, decides to try and make a basketball player fall in love with her since she works at a sports stadium. It doesn’t matter which one to her because she doesn’t care (nor are basketball players her type), but she’s decided that if she’s so good at attracting incompatible men, she may as well use it to her advantage and maybe get a new car or so out of the deal.
When I told Shakeel my experiment, he said, “‘Gold Digger by Kanye West just suddenly popped in my head after reading that.” 
So far, Joakim Noah and Drew Gooden have been a part of the trials me and my co-workers have staged after work at the United Center.
The tentative title of this novel is “Slum Ho Millionaire,” as suggested by my witty friend Shakeel.
Noah? Gooden?
Really?
Girl, you need to set your sights higher. Unless you are talking “Keen,” “Rose,” or “Jordan,” I don’t want to hear any of this nonsense.
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[i don't care if he has millions - Joakim Noah lowers your stock substantially]
It’s all in the name of fiction and creativity. You know I couldn’t care less about that scumbag boy.