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Anonymous wrote:I met him through my sister. She told me he was bad news, but I didn't listen. He told me his wife didn't understand him, but I didn't listen to that either. I wasn't willing to be just another AP; I held out until he got through a very messy divorce and then accepted his proposal. How could I not? This man moved heaven and earth for me.

Sadly, in the end I lost my head over him after all. After the separation, his serial monogamy streak continued. Second verse, same as the first...

Is this some biblical thing?

It’s Anne Boleyn and Henry the VIII (and the plot of The Other Boleyn Girl)

Anonymous wrote:I met him through my sister. She told me he was bad news, but I didn't listen. He told me his wife didn't understand him, but I didn't listen to that either. I wasn't willing to be just another AP; I held out until he got through a very messy divorce and then accepted his proposal. How could I not? This man moved heaven and earth for me.

Sadly, in the end I lost my head over him after all. After the separation, his serial monogamy streak continued. Second verse, same as the first...

Is this some biblical thing?

I grew up lmc, OP, raised by a single mom. We didn't have much but we had each other. I was raised on the usual fairy tales, but my mom always told me life is what you make it, and don't let anyone else write your script.

I became sort of successful in my field, you could even say famous. Still, something was missing. I was divorced, and though my mom said marriage was not the measure of a woman's success, blah blah blah, I kept looking for my knight in shining armor.

I had a date with an older guy who had potential, but when I met him -- God, no. You know how that happens, you text back and forth and they seem all witty and polished but when you actually meet them they're like, all warty and gross? It was so depressing I considered skipping the blind date my friends had set me up on afterwards, but I decided after going home and doing a few chores, why not. My phone service ran out at midnight, so I'd have to Uber home before then anyway, which gave me the perfect exit if he turned out to be another toad.

Was I glad I went! Compared to my earlier date, this guy was a real prince. He made me feel like royalty, and we were quickly engaged. I asked a friend if it seemed gold-digger-ish to get engaged so fast, and she said, "If the shoe fits...." (Better believe she didn't get invitated to my wedding!)

The old guy? He spit a lot of poison, but no matter how hard he tried, his long, toxic tongue just couldn't reach us. I heard he sat alone in the bar, watching my wedding on TV with is mouth agape until the waitress said, you'll catch flies that way and he snapped it shut.

Not a love story but a rags to riches one. I grew up very poor from a bad part of town. I was able to get into a private school through my friends dad. A family there felt sorry for me and let me stay with them. They ultimately adopted me. Due to my abnormally large size the school had me playing on their football team. I was really good and ultimately ended up getting a full ride scholarship to college and playing in the NFL.

I was a LMC girl from Staten Island who worked my way up the corporate ladder in Manhattan. I started in the secretarial pool but I had a mind for business and had some great ideas so I ultimately landed a corner office. I met a rich, hot investment banker on my first merger. We hit it off at a networking event and the rest is history.

I ran into this super hot girl deep in the woods. She lived in this refurbished tower. It was definitely quality work, not a flipper, so I knew there was some money from the start. Weird design, though; I couldn’t find a door but managed to get in through this kind of odd rope elevator thing they had set up. Anyhow she had some seriously weird adoption and abandonment issues but she was happy enough with me, probably because I was the first normal person she’d ever met. I try to ignore all my ILs; it’s complicated.

She had great hair when I met her but it was kind of a hassle sometimes.

Anonymous wrote:I was super hot and got drunk at a party and passed out in the woods. I think someone put something in my apple martini. I awakened to a drunk man kissing me- I got ahold of myself and slapped him and he apologized, and I realized he was actually really charming. And the rest is history!

Love this one - I wish everyone had modernized theirs!

Anonymous wrote:Money was really tight when I was growing up, especially when our dad was deployed down south. My older sisters had to stop their education and earn money to support us; they tried to keep me in school longer but I eventually dropped out over a conflict in the schools disciplinary policy.

The boy next door was quite wealthy and he and his grandfather kind of adopted us as a charity case while dad was still away with the army. I developed a crush on the boy, but he only had eyes for my sister!

After college, he proposed to her but she turned him down. She wanted to focus on her career (and to be honest, we all thought she was gay or trans or something.)

Anyway, to get over his broken heart, he took a long tour all over Europe. I was fortunate at the time to be invited to Switzerland by my rich aunt. When my sister died (a different sister... I had a lot of sisters) he heard about it and immediately came to be with me. I really appreciated that.. We hung out, got to know each other without my suffocating family around, and decided to elope!

I feel like I was born to be a lady of leisure and am glad things worked out the way they did. My crazy sister runs a boarding school with a man twice her age and I'm honestly not sure what the deal there is.

little women?

Money was really tight when I was growing up, especially when our dad was deployed down south. My older sisters had to stop their education and earn money to support us; they tried to keep me in school longer but I eventually dropped out over a conflict in the schools disciplinary policy.

The boy next door was quite wealthy and he and his grandfather kind of adopted us as a charity case while dad was still away with the army. I developed a crush on the boy, but he only had eyes for my sister!

After college, he proposed to her but she turned him down. She wanted to focus on her career (and to be honest, we all thought she was gay or trans or something.)

Anyway, to get over his broken heart, he took a long tour all over Europe. I was fortunate at the time to be invited to Switzerland by my rich aunt. When my sister died (a different sister... I had a lot of sisters) he heard about it and immediately came to be with me. I really appreciated that.. We hung out, got to know each other without my suffocating family around, and decided to elope!

I feel like I was born to be a lady of leisure and am glad things worked out the way they did. My crazy sister runs a boarding school with a man twice her age and I'm honestly not sure what the deal there is.

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Anonymous wrote:Grew up poor in Texas and dropped out of school, got married and had a kid. But I was discovered by playboy and then did a guess as campaign. While performing at a strip club I met an old billionaire….

Wow, you really remind me of my GF. I was a struggling photographer, and she had married an old billionaire for the money. She had a good heart, though, and he loved her so it wasn't pure evil. When he died, he left it all to my GF, but OF COURSE his first family contested the will. It took forever to sort out -- lawyers, lawyers and more lawyers. In the meantime we had a baby daughter, and my GF died of an overdose. Men came out of the woodwork claiming to be the father, but I knew they only wanted access to that money.

I finally prevailed, got custody of my DD and zero money. So this is really a rags to whiff of riches to rags story. Sniff.

DM me if you want to get together sometime, PP....

Is this Anna Nicole?

I was just a small time girl from PA who got a job in an investment firm. I didn't mind being called that bimbo in marketing after I caught the attention of the CEO who threw over his old money wife from San Francisco for me. He indulged my every whim and even helped me fulfill my life-long dream of becoming an NFL cheerleader!

We had three adorable children. Am I to blame that my teenage son's friend was so darn attractive? So unfair I had to spend every weekend in jail for four years just for doing what my heart told me! At least I got the Roland Park mansion in the divorce.

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I met him through my sister. She told me he was bad news, but I didn't listen. He told me his wife didn't understand him, but I didn't listen to that either. I wasn't willing to be just another AP; I held out until he got through a very messy divorce and then accepted his proposal. How could I not? This man moved heaven and earth for me.

Sadly, in the end I lost my head over him after all. After the separation, his serial monogamy streak continued. Second verse, same as the first...

Clever!!

Love it!

I said goodbye to my friend Joe and poled my pirogue down the bayou to visit my cher amie. She was rich in relatives-- kinfolk came to see her by the dozen-- and in shellfish and jars full of moonshine. I was just a poor songwriter, but son of a gun did we have big fun.

Anonymous wrote:I met him through my sister. She told me he was bad news, but I didn't listen. He told me his wife didn't understand him, but I didn't listen to that either. I wasn't willing to be just another AP; I held out until he got through a very messy divorce and then accepted his proposal. How could I not? This man moved heaven and earth for me.

Sadly, in the end I lost my head over him after all. After the separation, his serial monogamy streak continued. Second verse, same as the first...

Clever!!

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Anonymous wrote:I was whisked away to live with my mother in London when war broke out on the European continent. Managed to get a degree at Cambridge, where I cultivated my skills as as the perfect dinner guest, qualifying me to secure a spot as lapdog to an oil magnate. That positioned me to meet DW, an American utility heiress. Not sure why she took to me; her previous DH was a prince. She did ask me to add a "Von" to my name to make me seem an aristocrat, and of course I obliged.

She was forgiving over my minor affairs here and there and that small matter of my father's collaboration with the Nazis. And I was forgiving of her propensity to experiment with prescription drugs. I am just waiting for the unpleasantness of her last indulgence in her hobby to blow over and resume my life as the perfect dinner guest.

What movie is this?

Real life: Claus Von Bulow

Movie version: Reversal of Fortune