Next time, Mark, try an AfAm goddess... she'll kick the crap out of you, and that's when she's agreeing.
Hoooo yeah! I remember...well never mind. Life with her was not dull. She'd go ghetto on my ass. Later I might find out what I did.
The NatAm chick, she was sweet, but had the whole family "keep to your own" thing pushing on her.
Mi amorcita, the MexAm beauty I spent many years with, we got along great almost all the time. When she'd had enough of whatever it was, she'd go barrio on my ass. I almost never found out what I did. I think being myself was enough.
The blonde was, well, blonde. Her own wavelength, that's all I can say.
No redhead. I had one for a boss, and that was more than enough.
I do use a digital device in my photographic pursuits when necessary.
When someone rags on me for using film, I use a middle digit, upraised.
Back to the OP's original situation: At times like that, for me, I would wish that I had been born independently wealthy rather than so incredibly handsome and humble. The humble part can really get to me sometimes!
Warning!! Handling a Hasselblad can be harmful to your financial well being!
Nothing beats a great piece of glass!
I leave the digital work for the urologists and proctologists.