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Women Only
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Straight Male / 47
There Is Hope For Unattractive Girls,
I am a small town girl. In our world you first know your place in high school. Cheerleader, you're in, band girl you're out. Church you attend, in, wrong church you're out. Father doctor you're in, father plumber, you're out. But if you are the county fair teen queen, you jump over all the ins, you become a hot property, for the son of the town's lawyer's son. My mother had her moment in the sun, county fair queen, she got pregnant at seventeen. My father was the town lawyer's son, but he wasn't going to marry an unwed mother.
My mother went to work for my grandfather as a legal secretary, and later for my father after he finished law school and joined the firm. He married a sweet nothing girl from Baylor. She came from the right church, her father is a doctor. Not the cheerleader, she had a brain to develop and was sent to college.
I wasn't pretty, just not pretty. Not cheerleader personality. From an unwed mother. My grandfather told me he would pay for college, and get married to someone who liked a girl with a brain, no tits, no ass, not pretty. He sent me to his Alma Mater, a boy's school, to find a husband. Military, Engineering. Nerds. I got fucked the first week I got there, senior privilege. That made me his maid, his lay. Not date material, there were other less homely girls for that.
When he graduated and I was packing his stuff and he was going off to an oil company, I fell to my knees and begged him to take me with him, just don't abandon me. I fell forward and grabbed his ankle, 'please don't leave me'. After he moved into an apartment he called and told me I could come live with him, but I had to understand I wasn't marrying material. He needed a wife who could move his career forward. I went, intent on proving to him I was homemaker, mother material.
I changed schools and graduated on time. My grandfather told me, I was cut off, force that asshole to marry you. Get pregnant. That, and he was taking an overseas assignment, he had to marry me to take me. Face it, nothing romantic. Expat women get pregnant, there isn't anything else to do. All the young wives got pregnant. Five years overseas, three kids, then home, expat savings a house in the suburbs. My grandfather gave us money to help with the down payment.
It turned out my father went to law school with one of my husband's best friends and that gave me what young people call street cred. I wasn't a drag on my husband's career ambitions. My husband's friend had huge connections, his father was a member of the board. We moved in corporate royalty. And that short and simple is how a homely small town bastard girl ended up a corporate wife and chair of the royal wife's favorite charity.
My mother went to work for my grandfather as a legal secretary, and later for my father after he finished law school and joined the firm. He married a sweet nothing girl from Baylor. She came from the right church, her father is a doctor. Not the cheerleader, she had a brain to develop and was sent to college.
I wasn't pretty, just not pretty. Not cheerleader personality. From an unwed mother. My grandfather told me he would pay for college, and get married to someone who liked a girl with a brain, no tits, no ass, not pretty. He sent me to his Alma Mater, a boy's school, to find a husband. Military, Engineering. Nerds. I got fucked the first week I got there, senior privilege. That made me his maid, his lay. Not date material, there were other less homely girls for that.
When he graduated and I was packing his stuff and he was going off to an oil company, I fell to my knees and begged him to take me with him, just don't abandon me. I fell forward and grabbed his ankle, 'please don't leave me'. After he moved into an apartment he called and told me I could come live with him, but I had to understand I wasn't marrying material. He needed a wife who could move his career forward. I went, intent on proving to him I was homemaker, mother material.
I changed schools and graduated on time. My grandfather told me, I was cut off, force that asshole to marry you. Get pregnant. That, and he was taking an overseas assignment, he had to marry me to take me. Face it, nothing romantic. Expat women get pregnant, there isn't anything else to do. All the young wives got pregnant. Five years overseas, three kids, then home, expat savings a house in the suburbs. My grandfather gave us money to help with the down payment.
It turned out my father went to law school with one of my husband's best friends and that gave me what young people call street cred. I wasn't a drag on my husband's career ambitions. My husband's friend had huge connections, his father was a member of the board. We moved in corporate royalty. And that short and simple is how a homely small town bastard girl ended up a corporate wife and chair of the royal wife's favorite charity.
