I'm more attractive when I stand on my wallet...
When I was at school, I was the nerd - top of the class, uninterested in sport. I couldn't get laid if it were raining women...
When I was at university, I was the jock - playing sport, bottom of the class. I got no sex until I hit the top squad then I got loads...
When I first started work, I was successful and had lots.
Then I got married and it stopped.
Then I got seriously wealthy (in some people's estimation) and I started getting women coming on to me (and not just escorts, to be very clear) - something that hadn't even happened when I had a body like Adonis (35 hours of sport a week at uni makes you look pretty good). Is a Ferrari the key to a great sex life?
What's the point of this?
It's more a question in my own mind. I have always been relatively smart, I've always been tolerably entertaining company. I'm not Brad Pitt but I'm not a BOBFOC (body off Baywatch, face off Crimewatch) either. But when I'm rich, I seem to get more action that when I'm looking good and way more than when I'm just smart and "funny".
So is it that when I'm at the top of the pile that I have greater self confidence and that attracts women?
Or do Alpha male vibes work in some direct subliminal way on women (I feel no different - I am as fucked-up and insecure now as I was at uni).
Or are some women very shallow and in the words of the Good Charlotte song;
My vote is for the first one the list but I see evidence for the latter. I recall seeing a billionaire that I vaguely know accompanied by the most pneumatic 28 year old, drop-dead gorgeous model. He is fat and sixty. As I gazed at her, somewhat in awe (my Alpha maledom shrinking second by second), a line from the inimitable Mrs. Merton to Debbie McGee (who for those of you not in the UK is married to a much older celebrity magician, Paul Daniels) sprang to my mind:
When I was at university, I was the jock - playing sport, bottom of the class. I got no sex until I hit the top squad then I got loads...
When I first started work, I was successful and had lots.
Then I got married and it stopped.
Then I got seriously wealthy (in some people's estimation) and I started getting women coming on to me (and not just escorts, to be very clear) - something that hadn't even happened when I had a body like Adonis (35 hours of sport a week at uni makes you look pretty good). Is a Ferrari the key to a great sex life?
What's the point of this?
It's more a question in my own mind. I have always been relatively smart, I've always been tolerably entertaining company. I'm not Brad Pitt but I'm not a BOBFOC (body off Baywatch, face off Crimewatch) either. But when I'm rich, I seem to get more action that when I'm looking good and way more than when I'm just smart and "funny".
So is it that when I'm at the top of the pile that I have greater self confidence and that attracts women?
Or do Alpha male vibes work in some direct subliminal way on women (I feel no different - I am as fucked-up and insecure now as I was at uni).
Or are some women very shallow and in the words of the Good Charlotte song;
Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and money
My vote is for the first one the list but I see evidence for the latter. I recall seeing a billionaire that I vaguely know accompanied by the most pneumatic 28 year old, drop-dead gorgeous model. He is fat and sixty. As I gazed at her, somewhat in awe (my Alpha maledom shrinking second by second), a line from the inimitable Mrs. Merton to Debbie McGee (who for those of you not in the UK is married to a much older celebrity magician, Paul Daniels) sprang to my mind:
So Debbie, what first attracted you to multi-millionaire Paul Daniels?
posted by Salvatori at 11:20 am
1 Comments:
Not so sure I agree. The only extra pussy that money will get is gold-digging pussy. The best sex I ever had was when I was in my early 20s, fairly penniless, I was coming out of a strip club with my girlfriend and we ended up chatting to two girls, one of whom turned out to have just had a successful audition at the club. We invited them back to our hotel and ended up having a foursome, frolicking in the bathroom & shower and going to bed after sunrise. I still couldn't quite believe it the next day. Never had any action like that since becoming a millionaire.
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