If you were lmc but snagged someone "old money"

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Anonymous wrote:DH was a young man who had signed up for Navy Aviation Officer Candidate School. He was a Navy brat who had a bad attitude problem, and his sergeant who was there to train and evaluate him, found him wanting. He was really struggling with what to do with his life. I had little beyond family, and my friends and I were local girls who dreamt of marrying a Naval Aviator. DH and his fellow Naval Aviation Officer candidate Sid Worley met my friend Lynette and me at a Navy Ball, where DH and I hit it off. Long story short, he ultimately became an ensign and decided he couldn't live without me, so he sought me out at the factory where I worked, and walked out with me in his arms to the applause and cheers of my co-workers, including my BFF Lynette.

I'm so happy for you! Did anyone play inspiring music as you two left the factory?

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I grew up dirt dirt poor. I dated a very very Rich girl and was about to get engaged. Her mom literally had a waterfront six acre home with 8 bedrooms plus a guest house plus servants house on property. She owned at least 200-300 homes rented out and several business. All the aunts and uncles lived in mansions.

I met quite interesting, my friend Al was in a bar taking two girls. One guy was hitting on her. She was not happy. So Al told him her boyfriend is on his way and not going to be happy. I was on way to meet him, we hugged and pretended to be going out and he left, she has an apt. Near me. No clue on money. I even helped her paint her coop she bought two weeks later. Then she asked me to drop off stuff parents house as at time I had a large American car (21 years old). Was my “station car” I also had a Jeep. Well I pull up in jeans and a tshirt in my 21 year old car with a dent straight out of trailer park to the Great Gatsby house with a new Cadillac and BMW in driveway. Somehow it worked

End of story I cheated on her and ended badly.

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Anonymous wrote:In all seriousness? My parents were a teacher and a factory worker in rural Ohio. I worked my butt off to be top of my class in HS and get scholarships to a Top50 university. I became friends with kids who went to private school or boarding school and learned how to fit in. I joined a large, well known consulting firm where knowing how to navigate a client dinner or a charity golf outing advances your career. My undergrad roommate introduced me to my now husband. By the time we met, I had established a solid career path and was successful on my own.

This is the way to do it. Most old money folks aren't going to want to marry a factory worker etc. Someone whose dad was a factory worker but managed to get into a good school and is now a success in the corporate world and blends in? Fine. Daughter of a factory worker now working as a secretary or waitress? Unlikely.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:DH was a young man who had signed up for Navy Aviation Officer Candidate School. He was a Navy brat who had a bad attitude problem, and his sergeant who was there to train and evaluate him, found him wanting. He was really struggling with what to do with his life. I had little beyond family, and my friends and I were local girls who dreamt of marrying a Naval Aviator. DH and his fellow Naval Aviation Officer candidate Sid Worley met my friend Lynette and me at a Navy Ball, where DH and I hit it off. Long story short, he ultimately became an ensign and decided he couldn't live without me, so he sought me out at the factory where I worked, and walked out with me in his arms to the applause and cheers of my co-workers, including my BFF Lynette.

I'm so happy for you! Did anyone play inspiring music as you two left the factory?

Yes. It was amazing!

[Anonymous]

I met him at a dance. He wasnt nice, but he was rich. He liked my quirky attitude and he gave my sister a nice wedding present when she eloped with an army officer so I married him.

[Anonymous]

Met in grad school. His family was rich but very dysfunctional. We connected on an intellectual level and I provided some level of stability.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I was working as a scullion when I got a once in a lifetime opportunity to attend a local fancy party. With the help of some friends, I got all dressed up and went, long story short, in spite of my awful SILs and MIL and their attempts to keep my down, I ended up marrying a very wealthy man who I met at the party and who really liked my shoes

That was MY shoe, b/tch. I'm coming for you!

[Anonymous]

I was a poor artist but won a third-class ship ticket in a poker game...

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I was raised by a single mom but studious, and we were both economics PhD students in New York City. He invited me to go back home with him to Singapore for the wedding of a friend...

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I was a regular at a NW DC bar and one of the bartenders met and ultimately married a Lerner.

Biggest "rags to riches" story I've ever personally witnessed.

[Anonymous]

I once had a relationship that was actually the opposite — the money was on my side, and my AP was the one from more humble (obscure, really) beginnings. At first, it seemed hopelessly romantic: we had dated before I was married, and then after we reconnected I learned he purposely bought a beach house close to our family’s place that he could “accidentally” bump into me again.

It turned out that starting an affair with him was pretty much a car-crash of bad ideas. We were very careless people, and this really opened my eyes to what my priorities needed to be.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I was working as a scullion when I got a once in a lifetime opportunity to attend a local fancy party. With the help of some friends, I got all dressed up and went, long story short, in spite of my awful SILs and MIL and their attempts to keep my down, I ended up marrying a very wealthy man who I met at the party and who really liked my shoes

Did you buy the shoes at Payless? Asking for a friend.

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I was an orphan and my aunt sent me to a boarding school for poor girls. I then became a nanny and fell in love with my boss, but his house was really weird. He was kind of a jerk but liked when I stood up to him. Anyhoo, there was a fire in the house and I saved his life by waking him up. Eventually we got engaged, but it turned out his crazy first wife was living in the attic, so I left. His first wife eventually burned down the house and died, and he was injured the fire. We still loved each other and finally got married. I so value DCUM for realistic advice on step-parenting and age-difference relationships!

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I was a low level software company employee in the Seattle area who was lucky enough to attract the attention of the weirdo boss. Even though he was a total creeper and super geek, I agreed to marry and procreate with him. To make a long story short, we started this huge charitable foundation to change the world while living a fairly isolated existence in this obscenely huge house in the woods. I played along until last year when I finally filed for divorce. The whole world was surprised (it was breaking news at the time), but I don’t really care. I got an obscene divorce settlement, and am in the process of separating myself from his charitable foundation so I can spend the money on myself. I wouldn’t change a thing.

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I was a hired boy on her farm. She inconceivably married some guy with a title, but I was able to get her back because there was some technicality with the mawidge ceremony that didn’t make it legal.