Met at 27. He had a relationship with the company I worked for at the time. No lengthy interaction. Both assumed the other was married. Started chatting at an industry event found out he wasn’t married, I made it clear I wasn’t. He asked me out. First date we both admitted that we had a crush on the other for months. Kind of just got the feel he had money by how he carried himself. I was doing pretty well for myself so it wasn’t a factor. Didn’t realize how wealthy until he took me away for the weekend to his massive oceanfront home. |
I don’t know why you think a man making $200K would be maintaining a non working ex wife with 2 kids in this area. He would not. The wife would be working. Child support is for the kids. Wives get time-limited alimony (not much if he’s making only $200K) unless they were married over 20 years and have to go back to work. Your perception is way off. |
Hi that’s me! |
Perfect example of average guy failing up; most men, even the average ones if educated will eventually out-earn most women. |
I'll be there. We can entertain ourselves by casting diamonds off the castle balconies and watching the peasantry scrabble. |
I think they only do that in France. |
Charlotte? |
Because most women take time off to have kids |
That's my story as well |
We met at uni in Scotland. He came from a rich family (you've probably heard of them), so everyone knew who he was, but I made sure to "accidentally" bump into him. The breakthrough was when we became roommates. But beware, some of these rich families don't get along. For instance, my BIL and his wife seem to have taken a dislike to me for some reason. |
I was an obscure actress and he was the layabout dim-witted brother of the heir. I am smarter than he is so it wasn’t too difficult to wow him and lure him away since people were mostly watching the actual heir. |
+1 |
He was a summer intern at my law firm and I was his mentor. I knew he was going to succeed. |
So you were in college and he was a working adult? And you were 17??? |
I was a governess at his estate in Switzerland. I thought he was rather stern. After his wife passed, he was grief-stricken and distant. I took care of the children, and loved them as if they were my own, but had little to do with him. Meanwhile my friend (another governess at a nearby estate) had encouraged me to meet her brother, a traveling businessman, when he came to town. The night of my date (a dance in the town square), I changed out of my uniform into my a dress it (figure-hugging but tasteful, displaying a touch of decolletage) and let my hair down out of my usual bun. My eldest charge, dear 15-year-old Anastasia, had insisted I come to her room before I departed so that she could have a look. She kissed me on both cheeks and pressed a treasured hair-comb into my palms as a tear trickled down her face, wishing me well. As I descended down the grand staircase to depart, Mr. B___ was ascending. He stopped and stared -- then hurriedly cleared his throat, bid me a good evening, and rushed passed. I must admit, when our eyes locked, my heart fluttered.
In the coming days, M. B___ began to take a greater interest in the children's activities, often stopping by the nursery when I was giving lessons. He mood seemed increasingly lighter and happier. He soon also began to accompany us on our daily walks. It was if a fog had lifted. He often seemed as he wanted to discuss something more personal with me, but hesitated. Ultimately, the traveling businessman proposed. I decided, after many sleepless nights, that I would accept. I was deeply dedicated to the children, however, so it was a wrenching decision. Perhaps I could live in town and still keep them in my charge, I thought? I requested a meeting with Mr. B___, sending word that I had a question for him. At the time of our interview, I walked into his study, and he said that he had a question for ME. That's when he dropped to his knee, professed his love for me, and requested my hand in marriage. It was then I realized that I had always loved him as well and there could never be another. He was the one! We wed five years ago. I am the lady of the estate, mother to our children, and we are deliriously happy. |