With the little knowledge or interest in current events or the world at large, and not much conversational skills that she had, I would have long since gone out of my mind with boredom and/or frustration. In all likelihood, I would have already divorced her, due to her flightiness and predilection for cheating. If we were still together, I would have been with her for the nearly 30 years of her white trash family enduring the poverty-stricken hardship and disease that they've been through. Not to mention spending even more time drunk/at the bar than I do now, but in that case to forget the life I'd doomed myself to. On the bright side, by this time I may have slept with her hot, slutty stepsister.
That's hard to wrap my mind around. I lost my virginity to a married woman who was in a mostly open relationship at the time. I'd met her at a BDSM club I went to with my buddy who was interested in the scene but needed moral support. Anyway, I haven't kept much track of her, but I guess I'd probably be in a more boring job, decently content, but not super happy. I doubt we'd have kids, she was older than me and had already decided not to have them. The sex would be super wild and freaky though, so that's good. But I have that available now, so... Ultimately, a downgrade in life, but not a pit of despair.
I almost forgot...I'd probably be on the brink of some kind of mental breakdown/midlife crisis at the ripe age of 31 due to being a repressed housewife. When we were together I'd go out with my girlfriends and have a few drinks (ok, drink my face off like most 18-21 year olds). Inevitably he'd pick me up or I'd see him the next day, obviously hungover. He would go on and on sitting on a high horse about how "disappointed" he was in me. Read: he was really jealous he wasn't there. Sometimes I felt like I was dating my dad. There was no religious or spiritual objection. He just thought it was wrong for me to have fun with people other than him. This is the same guy who said he'd dump me if I ever tried drugs other than weed. I should've dropped him to do shrooms all weekend with my best friend. Unfortunately, I was a dumb girl who had a lot of sentimental feelings over the first person I fucked/loved. If we were still together I'd be on the edge of going absolutely batshit crazy.
If my sources are correct, had I married "the old guy", I'd have become his karaoke roadie for a period of time, indulging his childhood fantasy of being a rockstar, pathetically played out with a few Peavey amps and the echoing strains of White Lion's When The Children Cry. If I'd managed to make it through that, I'd have gotten to witness him dabbling in investment banking, which is laughable considering he never had a positive balance in his own account, but it would have given him an opportunity to put on his one good suit, hop into his souped up Celica and earn a paycheque over the table for once. But that career would have been shortlived. Instead, he'd have been taking night classes to get his "certification" for hypnotherapy, where he'd offer to help people quit smoking (though he himself still smoked), lose weight (although he'd put on 25 pounds in the last 10 years) and work through their "personal demons", which is laughably ironic given his inability to personally do any of those things. But underneath it all, he'd have been miserable, and we both would know why. It's because he wasn't following his true passion. So he'd quit all of the above jobs and take charge of his life at the age of 44, kickstarting a new career as an amateur wrestling promoter. And I guess I'd have to be fucking proud. Christ, so many bullets dodged.
Hmm, I'd be married to a teacher that is a nymphomaniac. She also has a lot of drama. Not a bad person, mind you, but probably would have a bit more consternation in my life than I care for. All in all, it'd probably be pretty ok.
Update on mine: I'd be married to a corpse apparently, since I found out over the weekend that she was killed by her boyfriend about 6 weeks ago. Bullet dodged I guess, we'll not in her case anyway.
FOCUS: Our relationship itself would be great. I'd likely be in Denver working for or with one of her father's well connected friends with semi-frequent trips to her parent's place in Palm Springs with a big Sheepdog, kicking around downtown until she fully decided against med school and settled into an ambitious track in hospital administration. Lot of trips to Boulder for CU games. However, I would be around her mother often. Her mom is smart and cleverly parlayed rental leases from her Dad's multi-location dental practice into lucrative commercial real estate side business. So combined with said dental practice, money isn't an issue and she's very generous, so we'd want for nothing, however, nobody will EVER be good enough for her daughter, so I'd have that going for me. I had a fantastic relationship with her father and played everything right with her mom, but she certainly danced on my grave once we broke up. Unlike alot of the unfortunate situations mentioned here, my first was actually a great girl. Shit didn't work out right at the time since I was 18, immature, and terrified of any sort of long term commitment once she started asking me to transfer to CU. We only see each other about once a year, but she's one of my closest female friends and we talk often.
I can't really say either way. We're both still in Chicago, she works for a bank. I'd probably have the same career. Probably wouldn't have kids like I do now. I might have traveled more and maybe would have had a threesome or two since she is bi. I'd probably be in much better shape as she was kind of a stickler in that regard. Maybe be smarter with my money since her step dad really liked me and was pulling in 7 digits as a hedge fund manager. I think she's married now. She definitely wasn't a nightmare outside of teenage shit. Crazy Thai mom, the most basic father issues (never is single for any period of time), but I think that was mostly immaturity and not some inner evil. Interesting focus, I've never thought about it.
I lost it to a 38yr old married woman who worked at a used motorcycle shop on the outskirts of town, I couldn't really say. She had a daughter who was near my age who walked in during and a ol' man was in the clink. Considering I am currently living in a single wide about 15 minutes away from her city. I imagine I would've taken up a meth habit and made a pass at the daughter by this point.
I'd be financially supporting a fake tattoo artist (that is to say completely not qualified and not talented) and likely have no idea about all the guys she was fucking on the side