
Basically, he wanted a girlfriend, not me. I was a symbol. A 'trophy girlfriend', so to speak. Not that I was putting in the hours of effort it takes to look as good as your average 'trophy wife' does!
I have no objection to the 'trophy spouse/wealthy spouse' deal, as long as both partners are well aware of the deal and happy with it. It's when one is unwitting that it pisses me off.
Anyway.
I know several geekish types who make a point of caring for their bodies as best they can. Some of those also choose to dress up, but others most commonly dress for their personal comfort.
Some (such as my husband) can be negotiated with: A and I can help him buy clothes he finds comfortable and we find attractive, and he'll happily wear those. He looks a lot better dressed than he did when I married him.



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