"My goal in life is to marry some rich old guy without long to live. I want to be a rich young widow."

This from a 19-year old girl who is good looking but not as good as she thinks. She doesn't understand that there are a lot of good looking girls out there. She'd been spoiled and had the guys chasing her since she always said no and no guy believed that. Once they saw that they weren't going to get anywhere they went somewhere else.

"That's your goal in life?"

"Yea. Might as well marry for that reason as any other."

She thinks marriage is a partnership. Her parents had always said that and she misunderstood what they meant. To her, a partnership may as well pay off in something besides kids.

"Then what are you doing running with young guys?"

"Oh, I'm going to have fun too. I don't think any rich old guys are going to be hanging out where I go."

Not likely. She runs hard and fast. So hard and fast that few guys can keep up with her. The places she goes to most older guys wouldn't know about. Wouldn't go there if they did.

"Then, how do you meet some rich old guy?"

"Here. Some rich old guy will come in and I'll wait on him. He'll look at my cleavage and swallow his tongue."

It has happened a few times. She'd give them her best smile and then her best angle. Some guys lost their breath for a moment. She'd enjoy that but was always thinking about the money. She could take the breath away from some rich old man as easily as any poor old guy.

"Maybe all you'll get is a proposition."

"Maybe. Then I say no. No ring, no action."

No way. She knows her price and isn't lowering it. She isn't looking for a gift. She wants security. She isn't doing any favors.

"How you going to know he's going to die on you early?"

"Well, I hope I can wear him out."

That she does. That was her whole strategy. Wear the guy out. Make him die happy but die soon.