How to Marry a Millionaire

For quite a long time, the thought wandered in my head: If I find the THAT girl I'm looking for, what can I offer her? And only recently I realized that the formulation of the question is not only incorrect, but completely erroneous. Why? Do you remember the fairy tales that were already mentioned here? About the prince and Cinderella, who found her happiness? Or, more precisely, about just a prince who found his beloved?

So, as far as I remember, all the princes appeared to their beloved in ragged costumes and not under the best circumstances. Most likely - for the purity of the experiment. After all, a bank account, a limousine, a villa and the like can greatly influence the choice of the object of your love. Influence - I mean in a positive way. After all, few Cinderella can resist the prince and everything connected with it.

Yes, and very often behind the wealth you can not see the true soul of a person. And even if it is visible, then money is glasses of an intensely pink color, which greatly embellish reality. That, rather, is why disguised princes are looking for their brides 🙂

And talking about what I can offer is the same bargaining. After all, I'm looking for a girl who can become my faithful wife and mother of my children, right? I'm looking for it, not buying it. And if at the same time certain requirements of a monetary nature are set, then, most likely, this is not my option at all. After all, money can go away, but a person remains. And to live on conditions - you are good as long as you are rich, this is also huckstering ...

But I never thought about what thoughts and demands are spinning in the head of those girls who are hunting for these princes. Well, not for the titles themselves, but for money and a secure lifestyle. After all, they also have their own claims, conditions, etc. And what in return? .. Every girl in her dreams wants not only to find a good guy , but to marry a millionaire and get herself, herself, at her full disposal ...

That is, handsome, strong, rich, having a separate apartment and a car, always madly in love with his dearest half and forgiving her her little weaknesses. In general, there are not enough fingers on the hands to list everything. And on the fingers of a friend. And on the legs too. Then allow me one counter question: you want everything, but what do you offer in return? Unfortunately, a hundred girls out of a hundred will answer the same way. They will shrug their shoulders in bewilderment and say: “Themselves!”

That is, on the one hand, handsome, rich, with a car, and on the other hand, only “himself”. Wouldn't it be enough? On the one hand, fifty requirements for men, on the other hand, you are the only one. Do you seriously think that on the scales of relationships, this one weight of yours will outweigh the mountain of others thrown on the opposite bowl? Sorry, but there are many like you. So many. And even very beautiful ones, to which you consider yourself, are also quite a few. And they all want to marry a millionaire. And the one who is beautiful and rich can afford not to rush to the first beauty he comes across, but to choose. Explain to me why, of all of them, he should choose you, and not anyone else? How are you different from those who are just as good as you?

Forgive me again, but only the eyes, the bust and the legs growing out of it of a peasant who has everything with him cannot be taken. Beauty without the ability to present it, without this or that individual zest, is like a diamond in a copper setting. A diamond, of course, is a diamond, but, seeing hand-crafted copper, it would never occur to anyone to think that this is a diamond, and not glass. Precious stones require a precious, different setting from all others.

At the very least, beauty requires the ability to present it, i.e. you need a special charm, the ability to skillfully flirt, speak smartly, not eat a salad from a common salad bowl with a spoon, and much, much more. But most importantly - you need individuality!

Beautiful and identical, as if descended from the conveyor "dolls" abound. They are wildly successful. But not as a wife. Like intermittent mistresses. As an application to the lawful wife. And married to millionaires are completely different. With "dolls" do not live long. They are boring. They are similar and therefore easily interchangeable. And if so, then the scheme “I want a lot, for which I give myself” does not work. Whether you like it or not, if you want to get a lot, you must offer a lot in return. So that point against point. Certainly not in general, but in great detail. To gain more weights on your scales.

You are rich and I am beautiful. Not generally beautiful, like many around, but individually. For example, legs are 15 cm taller than the national average. And the waist is three already. Against his knowledge of tax laws, you can put up the French language, which you speak perfectly. And also the ability to behave in society. Thorough knowledge of etiquette. Impeccable taste. The ability to keep the house in perfect order. Create a warm atmosphere in it. Keep a family budget. And more... And more...

Every woman, but most of all every girl dreams of a prince! About a fairy-tale prince who will certainly meet in her life. And she will definitely marry this millionaire. For some reason, others have a locksmith or, at best, a cadet of a military school, while they, of course, only have a prince.

Excuse me, girls, but I don’t believe in crown princes wandering in search of brides along the Non-Black Earth strip of Russia and Siberia. I do not believe! I did not hear that His Highness the Crown Prince, well, at least the island of Mauritius, suddenly knocked in the village of Chuguevo in room number eight of hostel number three of the carding and spinning factory. He knocked, introduced himself and asked if Dunya Zalipukhina lives here, which he dreamed about together with the address of hostel number three during an afternoon nap on the distant island of Mauritius, which is why he has not known sleep or rest for half a year.

I have not heard of such princes! Never! Well, that means they don't exist. At least those that are ready to use. To immediately take and marry such a millionaire. But there are as many semi-finished products as you like and, as they say, at every step. Just don't be lazy to take it. Where is he? Yes, here he is. Close to you! Well, yes, not in a tailcoat, not in a Lincoln, without a Swiss bank account, his manners are not to say high society and he lives not in Monaco, but on a neighboring street. But why not a prince?

I see how disappointed my readers, who had perked up, are wrinkling their faces. What kind of prince is this? This is Kolya from the tenth house. Complete bastard and nonentity. And I say that the fairy prince! Well, or PhD. Or a fashion designer. Well-known journalist. The owner of factories, newspapers, ships. Or ... In short, the one who imagines you. You imagine. Take the blank and plan as you want. Get doctors, poets, artists, millionaires. Get your princes. Not right away. But almost guaranteed.

How to Marry a Millionaire

Understand once and for all - a woman creates a biography of her husband. And so - his own. And their future children. If you want to be married to an academician, drag your fiancé not to a disco, but to the preparatory courses of the Physics and Mathematics Faculty of the Polytechnic Institute. If you are a general, force your admirer to learn how to earn extraordinary badges and stars, and not roam AWOL, otherwise you will remain with the lieutenant. If you want to be married to a millionaire, make an effort.

Does she want good looks, a fat wallet, a prosperous life, a nice car, a big house and travel from you, in return offering just “herself”? Or maybe you behave like this, accepting a similar alignment by default? ..

In the not so distant 18th and 19th centuries, the future career of a husband was judged to a large extent by the character and energy of his dearest half. The fighting wife guaranteed her husband a ministerial chair. None - none. That's right - a wife who wanted to become a minister had to provide peace of mind and her husband's image for many years, please his bosses, on whom promotion depends, keep high-society salons and even intrigue against potential applicants for the next vacant place. In short, I had to work tirelessly.

And you, if you want to get a prince and marry a millionaire, will also have to work. Even if you hope to meet a ready-made “prince” in the person of a businessman, actor or foreigner, you still cannot avoid labor costs. You will have to deal with your figure, face, taste, manners in order to make the existing “product” more attractive. What, too lazy to work? Then you have no choice but to wait for a knock on the door of room number six of the dormitory for workers of the carding and spinning factory. Number three. Until death, wait and hope, hope, hope ...

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