Credit is the new sexy?

The New York Times threw me for a loop today.  The only time I've ever looked up anything to do with my credit was when I needed to check how many of my 16 different ridiculous student loans were past due and by how many days. I still don't actually know my score because i refused to pay $7.99 for that irrelevant piece of information. I know, I know... very important blah blah. Apparently...

 according to the article featured on NYT today I should not have mentioned any of the above as I am a single female in the dating market. Because now no one will want me.

Apparently.

Ok if you don't want to read the article, essentially the newest topic to be broached in dating conversations has to do with your magic number. No. Not how many sexual partners you've had- not THAT number. Your score.

"Hey you look really lovely. I'm so glad we found each other on FindMeADate.com."
"Thanks, I'm really happy too. But before our dinners come I just want to ask you something."
"I don't have any STDs, I've only been with two long term partners, and there is no history of diabetes or cancer in my family."
"No.... that's..."
"Then?"
"Have you been making consistent payments on your bills and debts? Gosh I'm so embarrassed to ask this but... What is your credit score?"

I mean.... that is just the sexiest conversation I've never had. Oh. My. God.

In case there are interested parties out there I'll tell you something right now. My credit score is SHIT. because i pseudo paid with a GIANT credit card for an education that cost me WAY more than everything i own put together times 4. but that's cool. because as i said before, my credit score is irrelevant. Why? because i'm not planning on buying a house anytime soon. or a brand new car. why? because i can't afford any of that shit BECAUSE I HAVE TO MAKE PAYMENTS ON MY GIANT CREDIT CARD.

Until i'm ready to buy a house, I feel that my credit score is really just.... another number to add to the list of numbers that define who i am in a system i'm not really a part of.... and that's ok. for me.

I guess all i can say is- if anybody asks me what my credit score is on the first, second, third, or however many dates before this sucker's getting on one knee, I will be taking the "what's your sexual number" attitude with my answer.

Until then, my analysis is this: perhaps these people featured in the article (minus the lady who was blindsided by "the question" in the opening) are still single BECAUSE they keep asking this stupid question to people who are complete strangers! I, for one, am glad to have read this article because now i know that there are people like this out there in the world and i must hone my skills in identifying these D-bags from afar before they come near me and infect my soul with their number-ccentric ways of life. But on the bright side, i'll just use this topic to deter the OTHER D-bags who try to pick me up with a line and a drink; probably as sexy as talking about pregnancy and babies... heh heh.