SOME WOMEN LOVE THE MONEY--NOT THE MAN.
Believe me---It's tough to be a romantic. We think with our hearts--not our heads. In my case, as much as I would enjoy the money, I can't fake love.
“I've known women who get aroused, turned-on, excited--- at the very thought of dating and marrying--a man with money. For some women--- MONEY makes-up for bad manners, bad teeth, bad breath---even dirty fingernails. Money's been known to make an already-married woman instantly-leave her hard-working-but-struggling-husband…the minute her wealthy playboy-secret lover---offers to marry her.
I remember when one of the secretaries at Erie Public Television married her long-time boyfriend who owned a profitable septic tank cleaning business. It’s impossible to forget the afternoon she paraded him around the Television Station as she flaunted her 6 karat diamond ring. I tried not to notice all his missing teeth when he laughed about the shiny-red Cadillac Convertible he’d bought his bride 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 every 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 his house plants”.
This story---- about a woman—love—and a “whole-lot-of- money” is--- closer to home:
“Back in the early seventies, when I was going through a divorce, a boyfriend from my high school days stopped by to visit. He wanted to say “Hi” and tell me about his serious love affair with a married woman. He described her as-- the "hottest" woman he'd ever experienced, even using the outrageous 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 wealthy men--- although she was married. Her husband, Phil, was a very-competent pharmacist; someone I admired on a professional basis. I knew little about his personal life except--- he was a hard worker, the father of two young daughters AND the husband of a woman who considered herself too-cute and too-sexy for simply-one man.
The last gossip I heard in 1992-- before returning to China-- was: Phil's wife was divorcing him for one of her more-serious and wealthy boyfriends.
Fast-forward one year: I opened my email one morning and a friend had sent me 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 pharmacist- 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 suicidal thoughts, 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…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?!?!?!?
TOO BAD--everything that happens in Vegas--doesn't stay in Vegas.