I married a millionaire
When I was a little girl I used to dream about meeting a beautiful rich prince who would save me from misery and protect me. I believed in happily ever after.
At the age of 18 I moved to NYC and met a young good-looking man. He had just started a business & I joined him. After one year the money started to flood in. My boyfriend & I became multi millionaires. He started to smoke cigars, buy expensive cars and receive millionaire magazines. He bought clothes from Louis Vuitton and he simple became a jerk.
I told him go sod off and moved. He had gone through a personality change.
5 years after our relationship had ended I met a new man. He was 2 years younger then I. I loved him. After 2 years I broke up with him. He was immature, irresponsible and I had to pay for everything. I bought him clothes, food, expensive trips. After I finished with him I met another man who ripped me of. He stole a lot of money from me and expected me to pay for everything simply because I was rich. I was an intelligent, kind, beautiful but very naïve woman. I decided that love doesn’t exist. I decided to find my self a millionaire. Someone just like me, that I could marry & have children with. Screw love. Most men leave their wives when they’re too young anyway. It would surely happen to me too. Why would I be an exception? I started to go on millionaire speed dating in Brazil and joined a dating site for wealthy and successful people. I almost gave up when I suddenly found a message from an attractive man in my inbox. He said he had found me interested and attractive. We started to write to each other & speak on the phone. One date he asked me if I would want to visit him in NYC. I really love NYC and had always wanted to return to NY. I said yes. After one week I arrived at the airport in NY. He picked me up in his limo. I knew when I decided to go to NY it might be a bad decision, but when I saw him & his attitude I knew it was a bad decision. He was 10 years older then my. In reality 15 years older then me. It looked like he suffered from a middle life crisis. He had cufflinks & socks with skulls & a white suite and too much gel in his hair. Prayed to god to help me. In the limo he opened champagne and told me I was beautiful. Then he started to smoke weed and that’s when I almost fainted.
The next morning after my arrival I told him I wanted to go home or to go live with friends I had in NY. I told him I didn’t like his attitude.
We argued and discussed, because he felt ashamed and embarrassed I wanted to leave him so soon. We had not had much time to talk. I told him the drugs speak for it. He was crazy. But I had to admit I was still curious about this man. Now when I had established that don’t want to date him and that I will leave I asked him if we could go for lunch and just talk like friends I don’t like harsh endings. He agreed. When he came to pick me up he looked very different, more relaxed, and much friendlier. Not like a mafia boss anymore.
After one week I was leaving. We were both crying. I didn’t want to leave him. He had changed me. I was happy. I used to be very strict while he was more artistic. He made me feel free, and we had so much fun together. He wasn’t a shallow weird crazy person after all. He had just been unsecure. Today we are married and I’m waiting my first child.
Millionaire dating is not a horrible thing. I don’t like men to take advantage over me just because I’m successful & my husband and I are both very similar when it comes to values, education, choice of life and lifestyle. I don’t think I could find a partner as easy on other dating sites.
(Story from an interview with an ex jetsetter)
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Im a 13 year old girl who is in love with a 13 year old boy. He is serously cute, tall, thin, and extremely strong. His life revolves around school, exercise in the park in the afternoon on an obstacle course that involves various strenght building exercises, a mother enforced diet of low fat foods and NO red meat, church on sunday (though I plan to change that because Im Jewish and I want him to practice my religion), total respect and non violance of all persons (though he has risked his life to save a person from armed robbery much to everyones chagrin). In short his behavior is far different than the typical 13 yr old boy. I love him and want to marry him when we both grow up. The problem is his mother is overly protective. She sets an 8:30 pm bedtime. She feeds him cookies and milk at bedtime and he loves his mothers attentions. She likes me and trusts me not to try anything with her son (I wont). I think that Jamie doesnt rebel because he loves female attention.
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HI all! I’m a man and I just turned 30 recently. I’ve never been married and I’ve never had any kids. I think there was a time in the US here when almost all men and almost all women were married by 30. Is it still kind of abnormal in today’s world for a man to be 30 with never being married and no kids? What do you think? Any answers would be appreciated. Thanks!