Well, if he wants to marry me, and can absolutely guarantee that I'll have the same financial comfort (or better) for the rest of my live, and can ensure that he'll never die, or get tired of me, or hurt me in any way, emotionally or physically, then why the heck not. But here in the real world, I've decided that I love my creative boyfriend, and understand that his creativity means that his finances will be sporadic. And, as such, I'm going to have to have a fantastic, fulfilling career to ensure that the occasional lean times doesn't drive me to prostitution.