Something reminded me of a letter my old biddy of an aunt wrote. It was page after page of drivel about how boys only want one thing. She couldn’t have written the word sex for anything.
That letter droned on and on about don’t have sex unless you are married, and of course always wear clean underwear in case you are clobbered by a car, lest the single, handsome doc sees your ordinary panties and passes on the chance to marry you.
I thought this was hilarious.
But did any of you who got this spiel follow it and did it work for you?
I think I followed the exact opposite of that. I didn’t marry for money. I’ve kissed on the first date. I’ve fucked on the first date. I rarely wear underwear (“and when I do it’s usually something unusual”).
I didn’t “marry well” but I sure as hell married GOOD. Heh.
I think my wife though she was marrying well. I used to make a lot of money, but I hated what I was doing so I quit doing it.
Now, I love what I do…but, we’re not wealthy by any stretch, AAMOF, I have to jerk off the cat to feed the dog.
I’m so broke, I can’t even pay attention.
Nobody ever gave me advice about marriage until just recently. My fiance’s mother told me, “If you’re going to do it, do it and don’t ever contemplate divorce. Don’t do it unless you mean to be with that person forever and don’t let anything change your mind. Marriage is forever.” But, that’s a little bit different than being given advice in your formative years . . .
My mom was a single parent, and she told me that as long as you’re in love, sex is just good clean fun. She also told me it’s easier to change a “no” to a “yes” than a “yes” to a “no,” so if in doubt, say “no” because you can always say “yes” later, but if you’re not sure, and you say “yes” now, you can’t take it back. But she never said much about the “M” word.
I’ve been engaged three times and never yet made it to the altar. I guess I could have used some advice, huh?
I’ve never been married, and right now I have both of my parents on my back to hurry up and snag myself a doctor. In fact, when I told my parents that I had been offered a desk in the department I’m in now, the first thing my father asked was, “what the doctor like? Is he single? Young? Good looking?” Yeah…like I started working here JUST so I could meet and marry a doctor. Sheesh.
My first time around I did “marry well”. The guy was a jerk and I was miserable for seven years.
This time around (if we ever do get married), I will not be “marrying well”, much to the chagrin of my Mother. The guy has no money, we’d live from paycheck to paycheck (at least for a while). He’s in radio (that’s not a real, grown-up job according to my Mom). No fashion sense at all (he still thinks it’s the '80s). And, iffy table manners. But, we have the best time together. We think alike on so many important issues. He really knows who I am and I know him. We just talk and talk and talk. He’s the type of guy who will drive chicken soup all the way down to my house in the middle of the night because I have the flu and he thinks I need it. In my book, that’s marrying well.
