If you were lmc but snagged someone "old money"

[Anonymous]

I was working as a custodian at a performing arts school when one of the seniors needed help with her senior project dance.

[Anonymous]

I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar. It’s been five years now and my life has gotten so much better and I do love him, but he can be kind of a jerk and takes credit for all my successes. I think I’m ready to live my life in my own. It just something I must do.

[Anonymous]

We went out on a date and she wanted to see how normal people lived. So I took her to a grocery store. The rest is history....

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar. It’s been five years now and my life has gotten so much better and I do love him, but he can be kind of a jerk and takes credit for all my successes. I think I’m ready to live my life in my own. It just something I must do.

I love you

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I come from a large family of five girls with an annoying mother and a really hands-off father. The only sibling I can stand is my older sister. Anyone, she had an on again off again boyfriend for a while and I met her boyfriend’s best friend who was rude at first but then softened and turned into a really nice guy. My sister ended up marrying her boyfriend too.

And that will throw the girls into the paths of other rich men!

[Anonymous]

I grew up on an island that was built for prisoners. My mother was a pretty horrible person. Me and 3 of my friends got a scholarship to a prestigious boarding school off the island. When we got there we were treated with suspicion. I tricked the hottest guy in the school into falling in love with me so I could steal the key to allow my mom (and her friends) off the island. Turns out though that I really wanted to be good, the guy was a prince (and we really did love each other) and I finally stood up to my mom!

[Anonymous]

Mine isn’t a story of love as much as it is about friendship with someone with “old money” and becoming rich myself. I was going through some really rough times. It was so bad that I was homeless and begging on the street, even dabbling in some petty crimes. Some super duper old money guys thought it would be funny to see if they could turn someone like me into an upper crust monied person simply by changing my environment. And they wondered if the same could be done in reverse with their wealthy nephew: if they took away his access to status, credit, job and home, he would eventually resort to crimes.

Anyhoo, they gave me a gorgeous home, a job at a big financial firm and even a butler. And the nephew deteriorated as expected. Eventually I figured out that the old guys were financial crooks. The nephew and I ended up connecting and worked together to expose the corrupt uncles while making a ton of money ourselves in the trading market. We became rich and have remained friends ever since.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar. It’s been five years now and my life has gotten so much better and I do love him, but he can be kind of a jerk and takes credit for all my successes. I think I’m ready to live my life in my own. It just something I must do.

I love you

No, I want you.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I work with my hands and I’m pretty talented, with some very niche skills. Got a contract working onsite for a very wealthy, influential man — pure gold! Only problem was, I didn’t have the bandwidth to complete the quick-turnaround project, so had to bring in a silent partner at the last minute in order to save my bacon. He got the job done, but drove a very hard bargain on the terms.

Still, my client was smitten, we got married, and I didn’t have to work again. When my business partner started threatening to enforce the terms of our old agreement, I was able to guess his password and destroy the relevant files — and ultimately the guy himself. Me and hubs lived happily ever after.

Nice modernization of Rumpelstiltskin!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Mine isn’t a story of love as much as it is about friendship with someone with “old money” and becoming rich myself. I was going through some really rough times. It was so bad that I was homeless and begging on the street, even dabbling in some petty crimes. Some super duper old money guys thought it would be funny to see if they could turn someone like me into an upper crust monied person simply by changing my environment. And they wondered if the same could be done in reverse with their wealthy nephew: if they took away his access to status, credit, job and home, he would eventually resort to crimes.

Anyhoo, they gave me a gorgeous home, a job at a big financial firm and even a butler. And the nephew deteriorated as expected. Eventually I figured out that the old guys were financial crooks. The nephew and I ended up connecting and worked together to expose the corrupt uncles while making a ton of money ourselves in the trading market. We became rich and have remained friends ever since.

Trading Places

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:After ending my professional tennis career, I taught lessons at a posh country club. I became good friends with one of my students and he introduced me to his sister. We started dating and eventually got married, even though I was really into my friend's fiancee. His family loved me, especially my knowledge of the opera for someone of my humble beginnings. My wife's father set me up with a sinecure at his company, allowing me to spend my time sleeping with my friend's fiancee, getting her pregnant, and generally making a mess of things. Fortunately, things worked out for me in the end. For her...not so much.

Match Point - a Woody Allen movie

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:We went out on a date and she wanted to see how normal people lived. So I took her to a grocery store. The rest is history....

I think I love you, PP. And hey, what else could you do? I’ve heard those St. Martin’s students are really something else.

[Anonymous]

I fell in love with my speech teacher. He had agreed to take me on pro bono as a sort of vanity project. We went everywhere together — parties, family visits, even opening day at the races — and people thought I definitely was the better half in the relationship. It made him a bit jealous and self-centered for a while, but we worked through it, got to the church on time, and had a fabulous (if rainy) honeymoon, mainly in Spain. I still don’t know where the devil his slippers are.

[Anonymous]

I'm not very smart and dropped out of HS at 16. I got an job at a Sunrise Assisted Living facility. Met my first husband there. He was really old and had a lot of money.

For some reason I'm on husband 6 now. Don't understand why but each of them dies within a couple of years of us getting married.. But I'm rich though. Lots of old money in my bank account.

[Anonymous]

I was just a simple florist when I met my future wealthy husband during speech lessons. I became a part of the family and one thing led to another.