Sylvie is not a gold digger
She just has an expensive taste
Nadal scored his eleventh title at Roland Garros and Sylvie flaunted her eleventh love victory. Since her divorce, it seems Sylvie has struggled to find that one great love. One exotic name after another appeared on the scene. Guillaume Zarka, remember him? That quite successful Frenchman who also dated Kylie Minogue (he apparently likes equally successful, petite ladies) and then revealed his whole story to the gossip press. After that, Sylvie dated, in no particular order because I can't keep track of it all, Christian Palanc, Luis Medina Y Abascal, Samuel Deutsch, Maurice Mobetie, Charbel Aouad, Balasz Vajta, and let's not forget the Dutch doctor who let her down just before her birthday.
Of course, there is talk about the consumption frequency of Sylvie Meis and I hear someone say that the average person takes longer with a Bubblicious chewing gum than Sylvie with a man, but still, I want to take a moment to defend Sylvie.
First of all, she is famous. Step over the threshold into the public domain and everyone knows she is dating. Sneaking around is not an option for Sylvie. And if she happens to go out innocently once, the press immediately speculates about a possible proposal.
Then there's something else. That everyone immediately says Sylvie is a gold digger. I believe this woman has her affairs perfectly in order and doesn't really need to worry financially. She has built a career for herself, even when she was safely married to Rafael and could have easily chosen the ‘job’ of a footballer's wife, because that existence is already demanding enough. But no, Sylvie immediately learned perfect German with the nuns in Vught and developed herself as a presenter, the face of Hunkemöller, and then started her own lingerie brand. Her last friends were successful businesspeople, and with that, she would immediately get the label of gold digger on her forehead. But can't you also fall for a successful and entrepreneurial type? If a philosopher falls in love with another philosopher or a speed skater with a hockey player, we all find that perfectly natural. But when it comes to people who are successful and enjoy the finer things in life and prefer to stay in a five-star hotel rather than a hostel, suddenly it's reprehensible? As Sylvie once said during an interview: “I don't judge people if they don't like a certain luxury?”
If someone criticizes you again, Sylvie, just remember this: you are not a golddigger, you just have expensive taste.
