You have a least one completely, utterly, unabashedly ridiculous thing you wish for in a husband/wife.
I think we all do.
But among them,
I have this spectacularly obtuse desire to marry a wealthy man.
The kind of guy who drives a fancy car.
(even though I mock them on the freeway)
The kind of guy who doesn’t bat an eye at a $400 dinner for two.
(even though I would have a brain hemorrhage from that kind of frivolity)
I think a great deal of that stems from this last while of being
unemployed, necessarily frugal and scared.
Even though I know (I know!) that wealth does not mean happiness,
and even the most wealthy can lose every penny,
I just…long for tangible security, I s’ppose.
So there’s my ricockulousness.
What are yours?