So I’m sitting on the airplane next to a, married just three months newbie, newlywed when the stewardess kneels down next to us, despite the incredible amount of stomach churning turbulence and begins to regale us with her dating woes.
I’ll be honest; I’ve never had a conversation with a stewardess, on a plane, other than to ask for another bag of pretzels (because I inhaled the first teeny, tiny bag I was handed) . But this stewardess was different- than the typical ones I’ve encountered ever so briefly- the kind who flash me a blank vacuous look when I board a plane. This stewardess smiled and told me she liked my naked angel necklace ( yes I own a pornographic looking piece of jewelry) and immediately fell into my favor.
So when she kneeled down next to me and began animatedly chatting us up– having heard that we were both married- I really wanted to help her. I wanted to give her all the answers one desperately needs to hear when deciding whether or not the guy they’re with is indeed “the one.”
Unfortunately her “one” sounded like a real dick; with a capital D… she had just moved in with him; he had two kids from two different baby mamas who he never wed. She said although he wasn’t ready to get married or have kids the sex was good and well he was packing…lots of green in his wallet. I asked her if she loved him. She hesitated and said she thought so. And then she asked me that very LOADED question; what I thought was more important- marrying for love or money.
I tried to explain to her that I was the WRONG person to ask about this, (you’ll get the gist after reading this) but ultimately I said when everything else falls away if there is no love there is no relationship. The newbie newlywed sitting next to me laughed and said; ” “Marry the first time for love, Marry the second time for money.”
So what do you think– Marry for Love or Money?