It's tough to be a romantic....’cause we think with our hearts--not our heads. And…. in my case.....when it comes to love, I just
can't fake it.
I've known women who get aroused, turned-on, at the very thought of dating-- maybe marrying-- a
guy with money. For some, money makes up for bad manners, bad teeth, bad breath....even dirty fingernails. Money's been known to make a woman leave a hard-working husband, excited to think her wealthy playboy-secret lover...might marry her.
A secretary at Erie Public Television married her long-time boyfriend who owned a profitable septic tank cleaning business. I remember the afternoon she paraded him around the
Television Station, showing off her 4 karat diamond engagement ring and bragging about the red Cadillac Convertible he promised to buy her as a wedding present.
say Love Is Blind and I would add that, in a few cases, Love may have also lost its sense of smell. Either the Septic Tank boyfriend wore the same uniform day after day OR-- he needed to add more bleach to his laundry detergent. That day, I wasn't the only
one at the TV Station who thought the bathrooms had either overflowed or were stopped-up! And, I couldn't help but notice the dark stains on his hands and under his nails. I knew his hands hadn't been repotting house plants.
Another interesting story about women, love, and money--is this one:
Back in the early
seventies, when I was struggling through a divorce, a boyfriend from my high school days stopped by to visit. He just wanted to say Hi and tell me about his latest love affair with a married woman. He described her as being the "hottest" woman he'd ever experienced
and used the expression: "Hot To Trot." It didn't take much persuading before he told me her name and--it didn't take me long to tell him my opinion.
woman had "a reputation" in our small town for sleeping with a variety of men OTHER than her husband. Her husband was a pharmacist, someone I liked on a professional basis. His name was Phil and I considered him a gentleman. I knew little about his personal
life except that he was a hard worker-- the father of two daughters AND-- the husband of a woman who considered herself too-cute and too-sexy for just one man. The last gossip I heard before leaving America for China was: Phil's wife was divorcing him for
one of her many boyfriends.
Fast-forward about three years: I opened my email one morning and found an article from the front page of a Las Vegas Newspaper:
Phil Strickland of Pine Bluff, Ark. won $8.2 million at Harrah's Las Vegas in 1993, the largest jackpot in Vegas history.
The article was about Phil, my long-ago friend. It talked about how sad and depressed he'd been over his painful divorce. In desperation, he had accepted his brother's offer to enjoy an all-expense paid weekend
in Vegas. Afraid Phil might be entertaining thoughts of suicide, Phil's brother hoped the change of scenery would give Phil a more hopeful outlook on life.
of them was prepared for what happened on their trip. In only one day of randomly-feeding the slot machines, Phil hit the largest jackpot in Vegas History. One minute Phil was a struggling Pharmacist, devastated over losing his wife and his business,
then---the next minute---he was the winner of 8.2 million dollars!
Would you be surprised if I told you Phil's wife had a sudden-change of heart-- decided she
still loved her husband-- then called-off the divorce?!?!?
Maybe--what happens in Vegas---should stay in Vegas.