A Kept Woman! Who? Me???

I never really thought about it.
Growing up, I wasn't the pretty one, I wasn't the cute one, I wasn't the one with all the personality that just drove people MY way....
I was tall, awkward and both very shy and quiet.
I wanted to be noticed, though I had nothing (and I do mean, nothing) to say.
So needless to say, I didn't dream about my wedding.
I didn't even think I would get married until into my 30s or even 40s.
I thought I would do more travelling,
I thought I would be a successful business woman.
Of some kind.
Amazing that I had that THOUGHT (successful business woman), since I didn't even get to wear high heels.  At all.
Since I didn't even have a body for cute clothes or dresses.
Eh, I did gain some clothing style in high school.
Dare I say I even brought some trends to my high school?
Yep, I do have memories of wearing stylish dresses, heals, and being someone to LOOK at.

Throughout the summer, my thoughts were easily that when I "re-married" I would continue to work my own business.
And I don't doubt that I would.
Even as I write this tonight, after today's true thoughts.

My true thoughts were that YES, I think I could be a kept woman.
Assuming that my significant other - yep, we'd be married -
made A LOT of money.
Because I don't want to be married and poor.
Did that.
Not doing it again.

Yes, I could wear the pretty, fitted, stylish suits.
Or fun flashy jeans.
I could keep a fairly neat house, with a big workroom for my many projects.
Make dinner, plan parties, behave at the "proper social" events.

I would love to go knit with the ladies, and belong to boards and be a "worker bee" for the many charities or non-profits.

I wouldn't be the snob that some women, well, just are.
I would be approachable.

I guess though, I always thought I would be BORED (and possibly highly irritated) out of my mind, pretending that I liked the other socialites - which is why the thought of being a wife to such a man, never truly stayed in my mind for any length of time.  So my high income earner lover and friend would have to accept that I am who I am and if someone annoys me at a party, they might very well know it.

I would just be me....only I wouldn't have to worry about bringing home any bacon.  I would just have to worry about setting off the smoke alarm when I fried it.

I think I could handle that.