Dear Prudence,
I'm recently engaged to the most honest, thoughtful, and loving man I've
ever met. He has supported me through many hard times, including losing
my job and being assaulted. Here's the but about him: He makes
no money. He has ambitions, and he's smart, but will likely only bring a
middle-class income at best. I have an OK job and I'm self-sufficient.
Now here's the but about me: I'm really, really pretty. My
whole life people have told me I could get any man I want, meaning a
rich man, and are shocked that I'm engaged to my fiancé, nice though he
is. I’ve never dated a rich man, but it does make me curious. So part of
me thinks I'm squandering my good looks on this poor man, and the other
part of me thinks that I'm so shallow that I don't even deserve him or
anyone else. Am I a fool for thinking that a poor man can make me happy,
or an idiot for believing a sexist fantasy?