John Tumbo recently described the experience of dating a girl from a rich family in an online post. Here is what he experienced.
I once dated a lady from a very wealthy family for a short time.
She had the best clothes money could buy, great sports vehicles, and could simply decide one day, “I want to spend the next two days in Venice,” purchase the next ticket, and depart.
She was spontaneous, bold, and had been to many places—something I found amazing.
Additionally, she was very knowledgeable about all the little insider tips and tricks at the airport, such as which lounge to use and what services to get, making travelling with her a pleasure.
Her travels provided her with a distinctive perspective on global issues. She was almost what I could describe as a polymath, and we discussed everything, including politics, the economy, investments, etc. We had wonderful conversations with her.
What was the outcome? I couldn’t keep up, really. I worked a lot of overtime for a software company, and even though I made a decent salary, it was nothing in comparison to the fortune of her family.
What’s more, I simply lacked the time to do so without endangering my work, even if I had the money to do so. I was at a stage in my life where I needed to maximise every minute and make as much money as I could.
My girlfriend eventually met a young billionaire investor (with old money as well), and the two fell in love and got married.
And now that I think about it, there is no way we could have become partners. We had contrasting views of the world.
For instance, my girlfriend seemed to think that everyone who faced poverty was undeserving of attention, even though she never expressed this outright.
She was essentially very self-centered and selfish. As for me, I was unable to walk by a beggar on the street, and I assisted several who came up to me.
We were out for a stroll one day when a hungry child, maybe around the age of eight, came up to us.
I stopped as usual to listen to the child and was touched by his circumstances.
The choice to move to the streets was made as a result of their mother abandoning him and his two siblings for two weeks.
He was looking for money in order to buy food for his siblings. As I put a KSh 200 note in the boy’s palm, tears welled up in my eyes.
Since I had grown up in poverty, I was crying because I knew how horrible things could get.
My girlfriend chided me for being too good as we waved the boy off. She claimed that in order to succeed in life, one must be self-centered.
I had an overwhelming sense of repulsion and realised I was dating an extremely self-centered person.
Days later, we started to drift apart.
The memory was beautiful for the time it lasted. She was, most of the time, a reasonable person, and we had our share of experiences.
In addition, I had a glimpse into a life that is extremely unlike mine. I realised my girlfriend was totally out of touch with the millions of people suffering around the world.
Yet she truly enjoyed her freedom to explore and feel.
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Since then, I have changed from being a workaholic to being more concerned with achieving work-life balance.
I owe her, to a degree, my current level of independence and happiness.
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