TOO-MANY WOMEN FALL IN LOVE WITH THE MONEY--NOT THE MAN!
It's tough to be a romantic. 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 really “turned-on” at the very thought of dating-- possibly marrying-- a guy with money. For some women, money makes up for bad manners, bad teeth… even bad breath and dirty fingernails. Money's been known to make a woman leave a hard-working husband and children…if her wealthy playboy- lover agrees to marry her.
A secretary at Erie Public Television finally married her long-time boyfriend who owned a profitable septic tank cleaning business. I remember the afternoon she paraded him around the Television Station---while 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! I couldn't help but notice the dark stains on his hands and under his nails. I knew those stains weren't from re-potting 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 wealthy boyfriends.
Fast-forward about three years: One morning--- I opened an email from a friend who’d sent me an article from the front page of a 1993 Las Vegas Newspaper:
PHIL STRICKLAND OF PINE BLUFF, ARKANSAS, WON 8.2 MILLION DOLLARS AT HARRAH’S LAS VEGAS , THE LARGEST JACKPOT IN VEGAS HISTORY.
The article was about Phil, my long-ago Pharmacy-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. After several hours of randomly-feeding the slot machines, Phil suddenly hit the largest jackpot in Vegas History. One minute Phil was a struggling Pharmacist, devastated over losing his wife and his business, and the next minute....he was the winner of 8.2 million dollars!"
Would you be surprised if I told you Phil’s wife had a sudden change of heart---decided she still loved her husband---and called off the divorce?!?!?
TOO BAD--What happens in Vegas--doesn’t always stay in Vegas.