Now that is interesting and a tough call. Allow me to explain. An old man marries arm candy and then dies shifting his wealth to another gender. Arm candy now wealthy but beyond her prime becomes a dating cougar but does not marry and if she does then she does not shift the wealth.
Wealth shift via marriage is a very one sided affair and I would expect level one step one wealthy to view and treat level one step two wealthy much the same.
That's the sort of response I need. My problem being that since I had problems the last two weeks:
pollen and overdoing it at the gym I heard my wife gasping for breath in her sleep. She is refusing to do anything more than use "breathrights". I am by no means wealthy but my 900 sq ft house is paid for and my retirement funds are slightly more than adequate. Leaving aside the fact that my wife is semi-trained, I also do not look forward to rejoining the mating scene because of what I am seeing in the meet market. I have at least one neighbor trying desperately to marry off two daughters in their twenties (looks above average, life choices in the pits) and there are probably much more than that in my larger circle of acquaintances. The only way I make the actual 1% is in home equity but at the rate my wife is refusing treatment and the mostly wannabes in my neighborhood I am worried.
Wow that sounds like my new life... I'm getting divorced because my [ex]husband is a moron. Me, in a bar, looking for a date? Are you fucking kidding me? I'm 43... Then it's like how the fuck am I going to trust or build up trust that someone will take care of me when I'm old sick at this point? They're probably just after the money so I'll get some mental illness shit, which is gonna be super expensive because of my synesthesia, and the bastard will have me declared incompetent, take everything and fuck me over... Also what the hell age range am I looking at anymore these days, I just got my little bastards out of the house and told them they weren't allowed to make grandchildren until /they/ were 40, no way I want to deal with some guy who has kid(s) or some guy who wants kids. So I mean I'm looking at the 50+ crowd and how many of those old fuckers are going to be able to keep it up? It's just shitty all around...
You totally crack me up! You are a writer and someone with your personality does not need to become a bar fly. My first thought is that you should be a sitcom writer you have a Roseanne Barr flavor. No way can I believe that you fear dating, you are just so up front and fun.
I feel I must admit I was sloshed last night and let out a bit of my flame side in that post. I'm a one of a kind for sure, sarcasm, cutting, and a personality way to big for my frame. Of course, I'm also cruel, heartless, and vicious. That's why folks tend to either hate my guts or worship me.
Thing is people on dates, and really everyone in the beginning, tend to lie and be deceptive about who they really are. Like my soon to be ex, he used to make me chocolate covered strawberries and shit. I told him to knock it the fuck off and tie*cough* ... but I mean even if I hadn't... put him in his place, there is no damn way he'd have done something like that even 6 years into it - it was just an act to try to lure me in, ya know (particularly silly for him because I bagged him on a bet with our pool league, you don't need bait on a sprung trap.) Plus when you have money there's trust issues, I need to trust that they are there for me, not my money, not this or that, ya know commitment, dedication, shit like that. If I just wanted a live in toy then I'd buy one; spoil em rotten and use em until I get bored of em. I do that with my toys anyway. Marriage though... that's something special. You can't buy that with all the money in the world.
Meh, there's just too many morons out there in bars, plus what age range are hanging out in there? 20-somethings maybe a few stray 30-somethings, maybe one throw-back 40something? Hell, the pups wouldn't know what to do with a woman like me. I need a guy who's got some experience under his belt and doesn't go dead fish when I decide to flip my all business side on it's head.
