Years ago, after my divorce, I was broke. Really broke. I was stuck with $20K debt that wasn't mine (it was his) and struggling. Then one day, I arrived home from work (via the bus) to discover that I had left my keys at work. I had a dog with some digestive issues at the time, and I needed in the house ASAP in order to take her outside. Taking the next bus back downtown, going to the office, getting my keys, and then taking the next bus home ... well, I probably would have been dealing with quite a mess by the time I got into the house.

I called a locksmith from the neighbor's house. It was going to cost me $80. $80 I didn't have. As I stood on my enclosed front porch with the locksmith, debating as to whether I thought my bank card would go through for this guy, I thought, "Hey, I'm hot, he's cute, I could offer... and not get stuck with $80 and potentially NSF hits as well...." I mean, heck, I was married to an alcoholic, I'd sure done it with someone very undesirable and for nothing in return. At least this way, I would get into my locked house.

But for some reason, I just felt like I was worth more than $80. Maybe if it would have cost $200 to get me into my house....