Feb. 13, 2018

SOME WOMEN FALL IN LOVE WITH THE MONEY--NOT THE MAN.

It's tough to be a romantic....cause we think with our hearts--not our heads. And,  in my case.....when it comes to love, I just can't fake it.

I've known women who get aroused, turned-on, at the very thought of dating, maybe marrying, a guy with money. For some, money makes up for bad manners, bad teeth,  bad breath....even dirty fingernails. Money's been know to make a woman leave a hard-working husband, thinking her wealthy playboy-secret lover...will marry her.

A secretary at Erie Public Television married her long-time boyfriend who owned a profitable septic tank cleaning business. I remember the afternoon she paraded him around the Television Station,  showing off her 4 karat diamond engagement ring and bragging about the red Cadillac Convertible he promised to buy her as a wedding present.

 Some say Love Is Blind and I would add that, in a few cases, Love may  also have lost its sense of smell. Either the Septic Tank boyfriend wore the same uniform day after day OR.... he needed to add more bleach to his laundry detergent.  That day,  I wasn't the only one at the TV Station  who thought the bathrooms had either overflowed or stopped-up!  And, I couldn't help but notice the dark stains on his hands and under his nails.  I knew they weren't from repotting house plants.

 

Another interesting story about women, love, and money.... is this one:

Back in the early seventies, when I was struggling through a divorce, a boyfriend from my high school days stopped by to visit. He just wanted to say Hi and tell me about his latest love affair with a married woman. He described her as being the "hottest" woman he'd ever experienced and used the expression: "Hot To Trot".    It didn't take much persuading before he told me her name and....it didn't take me long to tell him my opinion. 

The woman had "a reputation" in our small town for sleeping with a variety of men OTHER than her husband.  Her husband was a pharmacist, someone I liked on a professional basis. His name was Phil and I considered him a gentleman. I  knew little about his personal life except that he was a hard worker,  the father of two daughters,  AND the husband of a woman who considered herself too cute and too sexy for just one man.The last gossip I heard before leaving the USA  for China was: Phil's wife was divorcing him for one of her many boyfriends.

Fast-forward about three years: I opened my email one morning and found an article from the front page of a Las Vegas Newspaper:

Phil Strickland of Pine Bluff, Ark. won $8.2 million at Harrah's Las Vegas in 1993, the largest jackpot in Vegas history.

The article was about Phil, my long-ago friend. It talked about how sad and depressed he'd been over his painful divorce. In desperation, he had accepted his brother's offer to spend an all-expense paid weekend in Vegas. Afraid Phil might be entertaining thoughts of suicide, Phil's brother hoped the change of scenery would give Phil a more hopeful outlook on life.

Neither of them was prepared for what happened on their trip.  In only one day of randomly feeding the slot machines, Phil hit the largest jackpot in Vegas History. One minute Phil was a struggling Pharmacist, devastated over losing his wife and his business then... the next minute....he was the winner of 8.2 million dollars!

Would you be surprised if I told you his wife had a sudden change of heart....decided she still loved her husband....and called off the divorce?!?!?

 What happens in Vegas....stays in Vegas.

Sally Miller