Making The Move To Move Up The Socioeconomic Ladder

May December wedding turned a lot of heads. Mostly heads frowning and turning back and forth indicating their disagreement. But in my situation, a man with money would solve so many problems. My mentor told me once, 'I've been rich, I've been poor, rich is better'. I'm tired of being poor.

I can do things he wants. Beginning with children. I can run the house. I can walk the walk, talk the talk. I have a degree in Social Sciences from Northwestern, about as useless as nipples on a man. I'm one of those undesirables, a scholarship recipient. Nice, but not in my social circle.

Do an end run, my mentor told me. Marry into money. I used my degree, NW does open doors. I met Mr. Wonderful at a social function, learned his wife died childless, of an early onset of breast cancer. I was 'so sorry', poor man. I never pushed my tits, or pushed my ass, both of which catch the eye. I used my upbringing, focused on him. After a year, I agreed to marry him, which is done. Ahead for me is getting a family started, moving into a new home. No girl wants the kitchen of her predecessor.

I'm not a 'gold digger', I'm leveraging my ass ets, and moving up in the world, knocking on the doors of my college classmates in the same country clubs.