Anonymous wrote:I married rich, and my life was pretty perfect, sailing around the world on the family yacht. My spouse was kind of high maintenance, but luckily for me, she fell overboard in some coastal podunk town in oregon and got amnesia, so I was able to abandon her in the small town hospital. Now I sail the world with a bunch of hot babes in 80s bikinis. Life has never been better!
Anonymous wrote: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.
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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.
Anonymous wrote:I met my DH when I was at Radcliffe and he was at Harvard. I am from a poor Catholic family, he comes from New England blue bloods. DH’s father disapproved of our relationship and disowned him when we got married. We lived very happily for several years but then I died of leukemia. DH and his father made up on my deathbed.
Anonymous wrote:I was kind of weird in high school and my best friend was a total nerd. I came from what most would consider the wrong side of the tracks and worked at a record store for extra money. I had a huge crush on a richie but I didn’t think he knew I existed. His best friend liked me and made up lies about me but it all worked out in the end and I got the guy.
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.
Anonymous wrote:I married rich, and my life was pretty perfect, sailing around the world on the family yacht. My spouse was kind of high maintenance, but luckily for me, she fell overboard in some coastal podunk town in oregon and got amnesia, so I was able to abandon her in the small town hospital. Now I sail the world with a bunch of hot babes in 80s bikinis. Life has never been better!
Anonymous wrote:We met working in the college deli. It wasn’t a very good movie and I forget the rest.