The waiting room at the vet was jam packed yesterday. While waiting for a vet tech to come get my dogs, I tucked all three of us against a back wall where the tech could see us, but we were out of the way. While waiting, I watched a dozen clients check-in, talk to the techs, pick up their pets and leave. I’m a people watcher, so I enjoy watching the techs work, observing their interactions with the clients, eavesdropping on their conversations, guessing what their pet would look like and seeing them greet their happy dog (or grumpy cat) when they came out from the back room.
Suddenly, a woman strode in who stood out from everyone else. She had gorgeous blond highlighted hair. She had a golden tan. She was wearing some kind of shirt dress, not too short, but short enough to show her great legs. She wore sneakers I didn’t recognize until I spied the logo – Christian Dior ($1100!) . She had tasteful gold jewelry. She had a big bright smile. As she spoke to the tech, she was animated and cheerful. Everything about her oozed class and money. She was hot – probably one of the most attractive women I’d seen in a while.
When they brought out her dog, it was a perfectly groomed, fluffy labradoodle ($3500!). Of course, I thought. Designer woman. Designer sneakers. Designer dress. Designer dog. When she left, I saw her pull out in a pristinely detailed Mercedes SUV that looked like a Land Rover ( $179K!). I was not the least bit surprised by her dog or her vehicle.
As I drove home a few minutes later with my two non-designer dogs, in my economy car, wearing my non designer clothes, I thought about this woman. Why did I think she was hot? Is that what having a lot of money does for someone? Manicured nails, expensive stylists, designer clothes and a Caribbean vacation tan certainly helped.
And then I smiled because I realized the reason. She reminded me of my wife – who was even more attractive when I met her – even though at the time she was living in her best friend’s attic, driving an old station wagon and making $5/hr working in the same store as me.
My wife loved designer clothes. She spent way too much on her hair (and nails). She liked the finer things in life, no doubt.
And yet, she chose me.
And I thought, for a long, long time …“I can’t believe she’s with me! I am the luckiest guy in the world.”
And I was.
I hope the Glamour Girl’s husband thinks the same thing.