Maybe it won’t be today. Or tomorrow, or next week.

But that Wharton kid in your Spanish class — the one in a polo shirt, with vague I-bank connections and a slightly funny smell — will get better-looking.

It may take five or ten years. Maybe it’s just a smidge better.

But it might be enough — for wedding bells.

Look, you’re probably more worried about Valentine’s Day 2008 than 2018. And who can blame you? Have a lovely day and avoid Rx.

Still, as an alum blogging from the future, here’s a different view of gold-digging than Kanye or Simeon.

Originally, I’d focused on the Ivy alumna’s plight. Entering my late 20s, many thriving female friends can’t find the ambitious, well-off partners they want. Take Miranda, dumped for being too successful…wait, I’m confusing reality with Sex and the City. Again.

Whatever. My Valentine’s Day post — “Wharton women: Prepare to be alone” — practically wrote itself.

… until I read about “boy toy” and “sugar mama” meet-and-greets. Or heard of a man getting divorced when grad school ended, after wifey paid his tuition.

As women increasingly take high-paying jobs, is gold-digging back — with men now chasing security?

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