I want to marry into the Mob.
I could totally deal with a husband who has a gumar ... as long as I was well taken care of. Very well taken care of.
Hell, I would settle for being the gumar.
Sparkly rings, nice cars, expensive designer clothes, beautiful homes ... I could live that life.
Sure there is crime and murder and illegal dealings, but doesn't that really describe much of American life anyway?
I am totally okay with being the woman belonging to a made man. The respect and authority ... power is sexy.
As you may know, I don't fit the traditional mode of the modern 21st Century woman. I am anything but a feminist. In fact, I prefer the modes of the 19th Century.
I like doors held open for me. I like men to pay the bill. I like gifts that I can wear on my body and feet. I like my man to order my food for me. I like to be pampered and spoiled and treated like a princess. I am okay with being a house "wife," playing tennis all day and shopping in expensive boutiques. I'd be okay with a weekly allowance ... a LARGE weekly allowance.
I think this may be the root of my desire to study the 19th Century's literature. And my desire to be a kept woman. And my desire to marry (or, more accurately, spend a large portion of my life) with a wealthy, powerful man.
Besides, I'm not afraid guns.
Not even big ones.