Marrying rich.

[itsstillmatt]

Originally Posted by beasty

In actual fact, while its fun to fantasize about marrying rich, the fact is the social background, social circles and ideology is so different.

How do a regular joe associate with a girl who's dad has a helicopter and pilot to chauffeur him around, who spends her holidays in places that cost more than what his family earns in a year and mixes with people one reads in society pages.

Would the regular joe have anything in common to talk to her about?
I could not disagree more with this post. It assumes the worst of both people with money and people without. I know too many people in this situation too well to give much creedence to this kind of theory.

 

[FLMountainMan]

Originally Posted by Connemara

Teach me your ways, O Master.

I suspect you're sarcastic, but meeting her was a total fluke, one of those planetary alignment things. A bunch of law students always hang out at this dingy dive bar called O'Maddy's. This unbelievably hot girl walks in, the whole bar gawks. A friend soon points out to me that she was apparently not "with" the guy she came with, I derisively replied that who the **** cares like any of us will go up and talk to her anyway. She wound up eventually coming up and talking to me. Unbelievably lucky, and being seen out with her a lot when we dated has kicked me up a few notches in the local food chain and paved the way from here on out.


And FWIW, styleforum-wise, I was not exactly dressed up - red Speaker City shirt (like they wear in Old School, khaki cargo shorts and flipflops.

 

[Dakota rube]

Originally Posted by Journeyman

F. Scott Fitzpatrick wrote, "The rich are different from you and I"
+1 (Although I'd still like to find a rich girlfriend who simply loves to lavish gifts on her boytoy!)

 

[Lucky Strike]

Originally Posted by My grandmother

If you marry for the money, and only for the money, you will be made to deserve every penny.
...or something like that. Wise woman.

 

[lawyerdad]

Originally Posted by GoSurface

Oh you.

I'll be here all week, folks. Try the chicken salad, it's delish!

 

[Nantucket Red]

Originally Posted by LabelKing

One my relatives in another generation had a daily routine of trips to the spa then some time at the teahouse. Afterwards, it was back to bed for some opium and then maybe some small accounting details.

He had an extremely large parcel of land in the country which provided him with income--this was in Shanghai during the '30s and '40s.

My uncle Waldo had his own office in NYC with his name on the door and commuted every day into the city, but no one ever knew what he did. It turns out he had the daily papers delivered and sat and read them all day every day for years; never worked a day in his life.

 

[Stu]

Originally Posted by Journeyman

F. Scott Fitzpatrick wrote, "The rich are different from you and I"

I liked Hemingway's response: "Yeah, they have more money."

 

[LabelKing]

Originally Posted by Nantucket Red

My uncle Waldo had his own office in NYC with his name on the door and commuted every day into the city, but no one ever knew what he did. It turns out he had the daily papers delivered and sat and read them all day every day for years; never worked a day in his life.

How fantastic; it also reminds me of a great-uncle who like all his other siblings owned a steel factory, and eventually he died at age 45 at his mistress's house.

 

[modsquad]

I saw a remark from someone one time who recounted some advice he got from an older relative. It was, in essence, always marry for money. His point was that marriage is no impediment to sex with hot women but ready sources of ****-you cash are much harder to come by.

The very famous article in Fortune magazine lo these many years ago in which Julie Campbell coined the term trophy wife had a very illuminating sidebar on men who wanted to nail down rich women. Here is what I remember from it: 1) Live where they live, no matter how tiny your place is. The broom closet on the Upper East Side or in Tribeca is worth it. 2) Pick a fight with her every six weeks. 3) When she buys you an expensive present, look puzzled or quizzical, turn away, stare off into the middle distance for a while, turn back to her, beam and say "you're wonderful." There were other tips but that's all I recall.

Happy hunting.

 

[Matt]

Originally Posted by LabelKing

One my relatives in another generation had a daily routine of trips to the spa then some time at the teahouse. Afterwards, it was back to bed for some opium and then maybe some small accounting details. He had an extremely large parcel of land in the country which provided him with income--this was in Shanghai during the '30s and '40s.
well thats pretty much my life now.

 

[dkzzzz]

Originally Posted by LabelKing

How fantastic; it also reminds me of a great-uncle who like all his other siblings owned a steel factory, and eventually he died at age 45 at his mistress's house.

Same goes for recently (2004) deceased Laurance Rockefeller. It was officially reported that he died from a heart attack while working late at his NYC office. He was 94.
As it turns out he died in a process of banging his secretary. Clinton can only dream of death like this.

 

[romafan]

Originally Posted by dkzzzz

Same goes for recently (2004) deceased Laurance Rockefeller. It was officially reported that he died from a heart attack while working late at his NYC office. He was 94.
As it turns out he died in a process of banging his secretary. Clinton can only dream of death like this.

That's how Nelson went out, as well....

 

[dopey]

Originally Posted by dkzzzz

. . . Clinton can only dream of death like this.
If he is banging only his wife, he must dream of death often.

 

[romafan]

Originally Posted by dkzzzz

Same goes for recently (2004) deceased Laurance Rockefeller. It was officially reported that he died from a heart attack while working late at his NYC office. He was 94.
As it turns out he died in a process of banging his secretary. Clinton can only dream of death like this.

No, Laurance died in his sleep of pulmonary fibrosis. It was Nelson, at age 70, who went out w/ a bang.

 

[Dakota rube]

IIRC Nelson's widow was named "Happy".

Ironic.