In perfect synchronization with the theme of this thread, let me cite my own case. I met a widow with a safe full of guns, a four wheel drive vehicle, a house, a job, a pair of field trained Springers, and a pretty decent bank account. I admitted to her that I had thought of taking her for a ride on the guns. Instead, I married her, moved her in, and we are living happily ever after. The Lovely Linda says she married me for MY guns. How about that.