Remember when the air traffic controllers went on strike in the early 80's? No one could believe it when Reagan fired them all. And it turned out to be a great decision.
Obama needs to do something similar with AIG. Just let it go bankrupt and take back every cent from those greedy fuckers who were paid the bonuses. They have no idea how much they are hated. AIG says they need to pay them bonuses to retain them? Well, not if there's no fucking company for them to work in. And who else is going to hire any of those assholes anyway?
This is a great example of throwing good money after bad. Obama says the economy will go into a tailspin if AIG goes under. Hello!! Barack!! It's already in a death spiral so pissing off the sheep who voted for you isn't going to make it any better.
Yeah, we needed change from Bush but somehow I think if McCain were running things, there wouldn't be any of this pussyfooting around.
None of this shit affects me personally because about 18 months ago, a friend in real estate who saw the subprime fiasco coming told me to make sure I had a roof over my head with no mortgage and to put 1/2 my equity in gold and the other 1/2 in cash. It took me a while to come to grips with what he was saying, and although I didn't take 100% of his advice, and foolishly kept a few stocks that are now worth 1/2 what I bought them at, I did follow enough that I sent him a case of Cristal for Christmas.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
I'm back
9 months between posts. Kept you guessing whether or not I was finally dead, right? Not yet, but I've had a couple of close calls in that time including getting my ass kicked after giving the finger to a biker I was racing.
I was in my new toy (I'll tell you about when I am finally over the grief of totalling it last month) at a stop light in SCal. This biker with his girlfriend on board made a nasty comment about the color of my car. So I took off from the light in a blaze of smoke and left him behind but he soon caught up to me in heavy traffic. At the next light he told me I drove like the old man I was. I laughed and said the only reason he couldn't keep up was because of the fat broad sitting behind him. Again I got away from the light quickly but he caught me again and gave me "the stare" so I flipped him the bird. Big mistake-you'd think I'd know better by now.
Long story short-he followed me until I finally stopped. I had considered calling 911 but I figured since I had gone a few rounds with tough guys in the past I could do so again. Problem is, the past is probably at least 20 years but my adrenalin was flowing. As soon as I opened the door, he went into action and I was on the ground taking his boots to the back. Fortunately, a couple of guys in a passing pickup saw what was going on and came to my rescue threatening him with baseball bats, telling him they had called 911. The biker walked back to his bike and as I got up, I yelled "You may be tougher than me but your old lady is still fat." He stopped, thought better of it and took off.
The cops arrived before I could leave as I was thanking the guys. When I told them the story and told them I didn't get a plate # (I did but I guess I deserved what I got, so......) one of them said "Are you suicidal? Those guys often carry weapons. You drive a car like this, you want to keep a low profile." I agreed and after declining a trip to the hospital (I hurt for about 2 weeks, but no damage other than a chipped tooth), left, realizing that no matter what your age, flipping a bird to a biker is going to have a consequence.
I was in my new toy (I'll tell you about when I am finally over the grief of totalling it last month) at a stop light in SCal. This biker with his girlfriend on board made a nasty comment about the color of my car. So I took off from the light in a blaze of smoke and left him behind but he soon caught up to me in heavy traffic. At the next light he told me I drove like the old man I was. I laughed and said the only reason he couldn't keep up was because of the fat broad sitting behind him. Again I got away from the light quickly but he caught me again and gave me "the stare" so I flipped him the bird. Big mistake-you'd think I'd know better by now.
Long story short-he followed me until I finally stopped. I had considered calling 911 but I figured since I had gone a few rounds with tough guys in the past I could do so again. Problem is, the past is probably at least 20 years but my adrenalin was flowing. As soon as I opened the door, he went into action and I was on the ground taking his boots to the back. Fortunately, a couple of guys in a passing pickup saw what was going on and came to my rescue threatening him with baseball bats, telling him they had called 911. The biker walked back to his bike and as I got up, I yelled "You may be tougher than me but your old lady is still fat." He stopped, thought better of it and took off.
The cops arrived before I could leave as I was thanking the guys. When I told them the story and told them I didn't get a plate # (I did but I guess I deserved what I got, so......) one of them said "Are you suicidal? Those guys often carry weapons. You drive a car like this, you want to keep a low profile." I agreed and after declining a trip to the hospital (I hurt for about 2 weeks, but no damage other than a chipped tooth), left, realizing that no matter what your age, flipping a bird to a biker is going to have a consequence.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Asian airlines first class make US Airlines look like a joke.
I recently took a short vacation in Asia visiting Shanghai, Hong Kong, Thailand and Singapore with a brief stop in Seoul. I flew a total of 4 different airlines, all first class. I'm not going to tell you the US airline I flew but considering the fare for a 12 hour flight was over $4,000, it was a joke compared to the amenities and service I experienced on Singapore Air, Cathay Pacific and Asiana.
The Check-in facilities and lounges were a sign of things to come. All of the Asian airlines have separate facilities whereas I had to wait for about 15 minutes in the US airline's queue because they were checking in a bunch of yabos who were obviously not flying first. The lounges and amenities and service available in them are like comparing accommodations at the 4 Seasons to the Holiday Inn. I'm sure you can guess which is which.
The first thing you notice when you get on these flights is that the flight attendants on Asian airlines are beautiful young ladies who make you feel welcome and understand that you are spending a lot more money than the other passengers in the back. The US airline did have a couple of younger beauties but I guess they didn't have enough seniority to work up front. The American FA's, all past their expiry date, along with a nice guy who seemed to be in early stages of dementia and finally just disappeared, seemed to be trying to make an effort but there was no doubt that they had other places they'd rather be and other things they'd rather be doing. The worst part is that they try to have meaningful conversations about subjects they have no fucking clue about. They should just do their job and shut up. The Asian FA's know when to speak and when to shut up and believe me, they look great doing it. Whoever designed the uniforms on Singapore Air was a genius. That alone makes me want to fly them whenever possible.
I will admit the best bottle of wine I found on all the flights was on the U.S. carrier. But that's not enough to make up for iffy service, and generally uncomfortable (compared to the Asian Airlines) seating/beds. Meals on all were quite good with one exception of lunch on Cathay but surprisingly, Asiana served a medium rare steak that rivaled the best I've ever eaten and then offered me seconds which I gladly accepted.
It's nice to see that some parts of the globe still know how to give real first class service, but US airlines are no longer in the game. They should charge a lot less for their international first class seats because they can no longer compete. In future, I won't be flying any US airlines internationally.
The Check-in facilities and lounges were a sign of things to come. All of the Asian airlines have separate facilities whereas I had to wait for about 15 minutes in the US airline's queue because they were checking in a bunch of yabos who were obviously not flying first. The lounges and amenities and service available in them are like comparing accommodations at the 4 Seasons to the Holiday Inn. I'm sure you can guess which is which.
The first thing you notice when you get on these flights is that the flight attendants on Asian airlines are beautiful young ladies who make you feel welcome and understand that you are spending a lot more money than the other passengers in the back. The US airline did have a couple of younger beauties but I guess they didn't have enough seniority to work up front. The American FA's, all past their expiry date, along with a nice guy who seemed to be in early stages of dementia and finally just disappeared, seemed to be trying to make an effort but there was no doubt that they had other places they'd rather be and other things they'd rather be doing. The worst part is that they try to have meaningful conversations about subjects they have no fucking clue about. They should just do their job and shut up. The Asian FA's know when to speak and when to shut up and believe me, they look great doing it. Whoever designed the uniforms on Singapore Air was a genius. That alone makes me want to fly them whenever possible.
I will admit the best bottle of wine I found on all the flights was on the U.S. carrier. But that's not enough to make up for iffy service, and generally uncomfortable (compared to the Asian Airlines) seating/beds. Meals on all were quite good with one exception of lunch on Cathay but surprisingly, Asiana served a medium rare steak that rivaled the best I've ever eaten and then offered me seconds which I gladly accepted.
It's nice to see that some parts of the globe still know how to give real first class service, but US airlines are no longer in the game. They should charge a lot less for their international first class seats because they can no longer compete. In future, I won't be flying any US airlines internationally.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Ehrin-you're fired!
About 2 hours after I posted for the first time in almost a year, my attorney representing me in my lawsuit emailed me to say I have to remove my post because if someone connects the dots about my accident that my lawsuit could be in jeopardy. WTF? This prick has an RSS feed into my blog? Why? Well Ehrin, I always figured you were a senseless low life prick but now I know you are. So hopefully you'll get this in your feed tonight before you get into bed with that fat cow of an excuse for a woman who is your wife and discover that you're fired. You've got a 20 G retainer from me and you can keep it although other than file a few papers you did squat to earn it. Now fuck off and read about my settlement in your law journals in a few months to realize how much of a fee you squandered by being an asshole.
Shakespeare had it right in Henry VI and if you don't know what I mean, you're too fucking dumb to be reading this.
Shakespeare had it right in Henry VI and if you don't know what I mean, you're too fucking dumb to be reading this.
Holy coma batman
The title of this blog was made tongue-in-cheek but there is no question that I am absolutely lucky to be alive after the last few months. I was driving down the Coast Highway last August when some asshole decided that to pass a truck but was too drunk to realize I was coming the opposite way in the lane he was using. To make a long story short, he's dead, I'm still alive and nowithstanding a few weeks in a coma and a few months of physical therapy, I'm probably in the best shape of my last 30 years on this sick but glad I'm still here planet. Of couse I'll never admit that to the tight ass attorney representing the idiot's estate that I and my insurance company are suing for just slightly less than Liechtenstein's GDP. After all, I did lose a few months of my life and a slightly used Bimmer 650, and other than a few blow jobs by some sympathetic ladies, I didn't have any tail for 6 months. Fortunately, I have been able to rectify that in the last few weeks.
I actually thought that the whole experience had made me change my roguish ways, but I realized recently that I'm still the same old philanderer although with 20 less pounds which actually seems to make me even more attractive to younger ladies-if that were possible.
I wasn't going to post this blog anymore but incredibly, I get almost 200 hits a day on it and I haven't posted for almost a year. Maybe I'll even turn the comments on at some point but I'm still rather fragile so I wouldn't want to be bitch slapped by you hypocrites who think my lifestyle is shameful. To you folks, all I got to say is "Move on-I don't give a flying fuck what you think about me."
In the meantime, I'm revving back up ready to take on all those nubile young bodies who like older men who don't give a rat's ass if they are after our money. I admit I am out of practise so it may take a while to get back into the full swing, but for now, I'm banging a newly separated 36 year old with huge tits, a a small waist, a tight ass and a reasonable face. Yeah, she's at the upper end of her expiry date, but even Roger Clemens had to spend a few weeks in the minors before he went back to the bigs.
I actually thought that the whole experience had made me change my roguish ways, but I realized recently that I'm still the same old philanderer although with 20 less pounds which actually seems to make me even more attractive to younger ladies-if that were possible.
I wasn't going to post this blog anymore but incredibly, I get almost 200 hits a day on it and I haven't posted for almost a year. Maybe I'll even turn the comments on at some point but I'm still rather fragile so I wouldn't want to be bitch slapped by you hypocrites who think my lifestyle is shameful. To you folks, all I got to say is "Move on-I don't give a flying fuck what you think about me."
In the meantime, I'm revving back up ready to take on all those nubile young bodies who like older men who don't give a rat's ass if they are after our money. I admit I am out of practise so it may take a while to get back into the full swing, but for now, I'm banging a newly separated 36 year old with huge tits, a a small waist, a tight ass and a reasonable face. Yeah, she's at the upper end of her expiry date, but even Roger Clemens had to spend a few weeks in the minors before he went back to the bigs.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Didja think I was dead?
After my last post, I'm sure you thought I was out of control and I was. Fuck, I still am but at least I've been sober for a couple of days.
It turns out that my buddy and I got into a fight a few hours after we got to Vegas, thus the black eye, blood on my shirt and no buddy around. We've made up although his wife calls me an evil influence on his life and has told me never to darken their doorstep again. Fuck her if she can't take a joke. Makes me realize what anchors women can be.
Speaking of women, the one I was supposed to have dinner with the night I stayed in Vegas actually got on a plane and came over. Yeah, I paid for the ticket but it was well worth it. We left on Tuesday after I became a valued client of a new hotel there which shall remain nameless for reasons I can't get into. Yeah, I won a few bucks mainly thanks to my Irish ancestry making me bet on Padraig Harrington to win the British Open. I was way up on craps at one point but a drunken night saw it all go back to them. You think I'd learn.
The nice thing about a younger woman like her is she knows that time spent with me has no future cash surrender value. I'll call her in a few days when the sperm count gets back up but right now I don't even think viagra would work on me. Ahhh to be young again.
It turns out that my buddy and I got into a fight a few hours after we got to Vegas, thus the black eye, blood on my shirt and no buddy around. We've made up although his wife calls me an evil influence on his life and has told me never to darken their doorstep again. Fuck her if she can't take a joke. Makes me realize what anchors women can be.
Speaking of women, the one I was supposed to have dinner with the night I stayed in Vegas actually got on a plane and came over. Yeah, I paid for the ticket but it was well worth it. We left on Tuesday after I became a valued client of a new hotel there which shall remain nameless for reasons I can't get into. Yeah, I won a few bucks mainly thanks to my Irish ancestry making me bet on Padraig Harrington to win the British Open. I was way up on craps at one point but a drunken night saw it all go back to them. You think I'd learn.
The nice thing about a younger woman like her is she knows that time spent with me has no future cash surrender value. I'll call her in a few days when the sperm count gets back up but right now I don't even think viagra would work on me. Ahhh to be young again.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Why I love Vegas
Man, I haven't done that in a while. I started drinking with an old college buddy Thursday about noon and I just got out of bed a couple of hours ago in Las Vegas-a different city than we started in. Here's what I have found out so far:
That's what I love about Vegas. I show up here after an all nighter of boozing, go to the tables, probably make a complete asshole of myself and they look after me.
Well, I've got 17 messages on my cellphone so I'm sure there are some answers in there but I don't have much battery left and no charger with me so I gotta find one before I can check them out. I'm in no hurry because there will be some shit waiting in those messages as well as I was supposed to be at a dinner party last night back home and have a date tonight with a young chick I've been working on for a couple of weeks but with 9 grand sitting in the cage downstairs, that ain't gonna happen.
I'll phone and tell her to get her ass over here. That'll be a good qualifier for her.
All right, lots to do. Check back in a couple of days for the gory details cuz I think this is my last hour of sobriety for another 48 hours.
- My amex receipts are over 7k including 2 1st class tickets for a 1200 mile flight(It's gonna be more because I still have to pay for a flight back) and a 2k advance for gambling-I guess I lost cuz I got about 50 bucks now.
- I have no idea where my friend is that I flew here with-probably back home and his wife is gonna be some pissed
- I have a black eye and my nose hurts a lot-I must have got punched but I don't remember and my knuckles don't hurt which means I didn't hit anyone. I also have blood on my shirt.
- I have never stayed in this hotel before but they sure treat you well. When I called the front desk this morning to find out where I was they sent me up a complimentary breakfast of bagels and lox and a split of champagne so I guess they know I lost some money on the tables.
That's what I love about Vegas. I show up here after an all nighter of boozing, go to the tables, probably make a complete asshole of myself and they look after me.
Well, I've got 17 messages on my cellphone so I'm sure there are some answers in there but I don't have much battery left and no charger with me so I gotta find one before I can check them out. I'm in no hurry because there will be some shit waiting in those messages as well as I was supposed to be at a dinner party last night back home and have a date tonight with a young chick I've been working on for a couple of weeks but with 9 grand sitting in the cage downstairs, that ain't gonna happen.
I'll phone and tell her to get her ass over here. That'll be a good qualifier for her.
All right, lots to do. Check back in a couple of days for the gory details cuz I think this is my last hour of sobriety for another 48 hours.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
How to meet a younger woman online
I've hooked up with a few women who I initially met on an online dating site-all under 35 and here's how I do it.
But it's a lot of fucking work and you have to be organized and brutal. Don't worry about sending off 3 or 4 emails to a woman and then deciding you aren't interested. Don't try and be Mr Nice Guy, just don't email her anymore-they'll do the same to you. Remember it's a numbers game.
Is it worth it?
HELL YEAH!!
- Post a very recent picture (I often hold up a copy of USA Today with the date on it) and let it be known you expect the same type of photo.
- State your true age
- If you want the woman to be attractive then say so.
- State that you are looking for someone in a certain age range (23-35 for me) and be very clear that you won't answer anyone outside of that range.
- There is no need to justify why you are looking for someone in the age group-they know why.
- Be very clear what your goals are-if you aren't looking to get married then say so
- If you have money then tactfully state it. I say "Successful retired business man who knows how to treat a lady to the finer things in life." If you don't have money, you're going to have to widen the age gap up to (god forbid) as much as another 20 years if you're busted out.
- No matter how tight money is, always take out the platinum or gold or whatever the highest level of membership is. It signifies you're a player.
- Don't lie about anything-but omissions are not always lies
- Don't contact any women yourself because most women in your age group aren't going to be interested in you and that's a lot of wasted effort-let the interested ones come to you.
But it's a lot of fucking work and you have to be organized and brutal. Don't worry about sending off 3 or 4 emails to a woman and then deciding you aren't interested. Don't try and be Mr Nice Guy, just don't email her anymore-they'll do the same to you. Remember it's a numbers game.
Is it worth it?
HELL YEAH!!
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Monday, July 16, 2007
The iPhone is a piece of shit and so is your face
You know how I feel about the iphone, well here is a review from a guy called Maddox who will be an old rogue in a few years,
read more | digg story
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Older women really do hate me
On Saturday night, I was reminded why older women have absolutely no place in my life. After dinner and a concert I returned with my lady to the hotel. We were staying on the club level of a nice hotel so decided to go for a nightcap in the lounge which is for the use of people staying on that level only. There were 3 other couples in there, mid forties and had obviously had a few drinks as they were quite noisy. No problem, a quick drink and we're off to bed.
As soon as we walked in, I get the looks I'm used to when I'm with someone 35 years younger than me. The men smirk and the women try to hide their shock. I acknowledge them with a courteous smile and we go to sit in the corner by the window when 1 of the men asks us to join them. My companion is fine with it so I say "Sure" as I get myself ready for what I know is to follow.
It was pretty much the same old shit. The men are very friendly to both of us with the normal questions"Where you from, how long are you in town, what have you been doing here etc etc". all the while looking at my lady who is absolutely stunningly exquisite tonight. She is doing a Phd and delights them with her charm,wit and low cut dress. Of course, the women are trying to look non-plussed but they are fuming. They are absolutely ignoring us, especially my lady. One of the men tells me he is an attorney and when I ask what his specialty is, his wife pops in with "divorce, support, you know, marital stuff." And then it comes as she looks directly at me and with a big smile says "Do you need his card?" I laugh out loud and everyone was obviously somewhat embarrassed but Mrs Lawyer never expected what came next and for that matter, neither did I.
My lady : "Why would he need your husband's card?"
Lawyer's Wife: "Well I didn't say he needed it did I dearie? I simply inquired didn't I"
ML: "Dearie? Did you call me dearie? I have an IQ over 160, a 4.0 average, am a lab instructor at a top 5 medical school in a subject that most people can't even spell, have job offers from 4 of the largest pharmaceutical companies in the world, and I don't take shit from anyone especially someone who marries an attorney. So don't call me dearie"
SILENCE!!! Then I stand up, take her hand and say to them, "Hope you enjoy the rest of your evening."
What followed was probably the best sex I have had in years-maybe ever.
As soon as we walked in, I get the looks I'm used to when I'm with someone 35 years younger than me. The men smirk and the women try to hide their shock. I acknowledge them with a courteous smile and we go to sit in the corner by the window when 1 of the men asks us to join them. My companion is fine with it so I say "Sure" as I get myself ready for what I know is to follow.
It was pretty much the same old shit. The men are very friendly to both of us with the normal questions"Where you from, how long are you in town, what have you been doing here etc etc". all the while looking at my lady who is absolutely stunningly exquisite tonight. She is doing a Phd and delights them with her charm,wit and low cut dress. Of course, the women are trying to look non-plussed but they are fuming. They are absolutely ignoring us, especially my lady. One of the men tells me he is an attorney and when I ask what his specialty is, his wife pops in with "divorce, support, you know, marital stuff." And then it comes as she looks directly at me and with a big smile says "Do you need his card?" I laugh out loud and everyone was obviously somewhat embarrassed but Mrs Lawyer never expected what came next and for that matter, neither did I.
My lady : "Why would he need your husband's card?"
Lawyer's Wife: "Well I didn't say he needed it did I dearie? I simply inquired didn't I"
ML: "Dearie? Did you call me dearie? I have an IQ over 160, a 4.0 average, am a lab instructor at a top 5 medical school in a subject that most people can't even spell, have job offers from 4 of the largest pharmaceutical companies in the world, and I don't take shit from anyone especially someone who marries an attorney. So don't call me dearie"
SILENCE!!! Then I stand up, take her hand and say to them, "Hope you enjoy the rest of your evening."
What followed was probably the best sex I have had in years-maybe ever.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Vibrator sales are sure to increase.
On a site called Totally Savvy Woman (how's that for an oxymoron?) it says
"Statistics show that many healthy baby boomers, ESPECIALLY boomer women, will live to be 100 years old, and possibly longer?"
My god, I can hardly stand to look at a 40+ woman today, let alone screw one. What are all these wizened up old bags going to do for sex? I gotta get some vibrator manufacturing companies in my stock portfolio.
"Statistics show that many healthy baby boomers, ESPECIALLY boomer women, will live to be 100 years old, and possibly longer?"
My god, I can hardly stand to look at a 40+ woman today, let alone screw one. What are all these wizened up old bags going to do for sex? I gotta get some vibrator manufacturing companies in my stock portfolio.
My 2nd car was my best car ever.
I bought a brand new 1966 GTO for just under 5 thousand and in retrospect, it was the car that I liked the best of any car I have ever owned. After my MGA was stolen, I decided it was time for an American muscle car and while this baby had lots of muscle (400 cid) it was also a thing of beauty. Of course, the women loved it and there was plenty of room in it for getting down to business. The only thing I didn't like about it was that it was an automatic which was just stupidity on my part for not waiting a few weeks to get a 4 speed, but I couldn't wait. It had a great low pitch tune to the engine and when the 4 barrel kicked in, it was like a symphony.
I've owned some great cars like Porsche, BMW,Vettes and Benzs that cost over 20x what my Goat did but this is the only one that I wish I still had. If you ever owned a GTO, you know exactly what I'm, talking about.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
How do you know when a younger woman is interested in you?
Despite being able to be with much younger women, it wasn't always so. As a matter of fact probably about 95% of younger women aren't at all interested in us old farts. But, when they are, you have to recognize the signs and make your move before they lose interest.
It all starts with the man of course-men start most good things in life. It's easier to go after a woman in a group because she feels safer than if you approach her by herself. If I'm interested in someone, I usually ignore them and talk to their friends-either male or female, doesn't matter. I know I look older but I dress very well and am tall, not unattactive and reasonably slim so most younger people will return my conversation. You need to make a couple of key points quickly but subtly that impresses the group and of course your mark. You become the center of conversation and establish rapport with everyone but her. Like I said before, it's often about money so make sure they know you have it-but be tactful. There is a fine line between bragging and confidence. If she's interested, she'll make the first move because she's starting to feel left out. You acknowledge her but show no interest. This is the critical point. If she's interested, she'll become aggressive with you and you let her take control (or so she thinks.) You've got about 10 minutes to get a number or email address and then leave. That's right-Leave!!. If you can't get a contact point on her, make sure she has yours. If they're interested, they'll call. But remember, you're probably the first older guy she's interested in and this is unfamiliar and probably scary ground for her. It won't always work-my hit rate is about 1/3rd if I can get a contact point. Others I share this with are probably around 10%. So it's a lot of work but oh baby, well worth it.
More to follow.
It all starts with the man of course-men start most good things in life. It's easier to go after a woman in a group because she feels safer than if you approach her by herself. If I'm interested in someone, I usually ignore them and talk to their friends-either male or female, doesn't matter. I know I look older but I dress very well and am tall, not unattactive and reasonably slim so most younger people will return my conversation. You need to make a couple of key points quickly but subtly that impresses the group and of course your mark. You become the center of conversation and establish rapport with everyone but her. Like I said before, it's often about money so make sure they know you have it-but be tactful. There is a fine line between bragging and confidence. If she's interested, she'll make the first move because she's starting to feel left out. You acknowledge her but show no interest. This is the critical point. If she's interested, she'll become aggressive with you and you let her take control (or so she thinks.) You've got about 10 minutes to get a number or email address and then leave. That's right-Leave!!. If you can't get a contact point on her, make sure she has yours. If they're interested, they'll call. But remember, you're probably the first older guy she's interested in and this is unfamiliar and probably scary ground for her. It won't always work-my hit rate is about 1/3rd if I can get a contact point. Others I share this with are probably around 10%. So it's a lot of work but oh baby, well worth it.
More to follow.
Another comment to make my point
"I confess, a couple of years ago before I was wise enough to give up on dating, I tried match.com...what a mistake. The old coots are always looking for women 20 years younger - it seemed 99% of the men "my age" (55 at the time) were only interested in women no older than 35 and of course they had to be "athletic" and in perfect shape. The only men who would consider dating some old bag like me were at least 10 years older than me - but of course their prospect woman had to still be "athletic" and in great shape." Posted by: Melinda
Right. Exactly. We may be old coots but we get the 35 year olds-well, not me that's usually a little too old. So you gave up on dating. Good, another one who finally gets it.
Right. Exactly. We may be old coots but we get the 35 year olds-well, not me that's usually a little too old. So you gave up on dating. Good, another one who finally gets it.
Replies to the losers
After my post about why older men prefer younger women, I got attacked on a site run by some old bitty called Ronni Bennett and her gang of merry dykes. I think out of about 30 comments, 3 were men (probably either gay or pussy whipped) and the rest, old broads who identified very clearly with my post and lashed out at me for it.
So let's look at a few of their comments:
"In more practical terms, though, our attention just feeds Mr. Troll and any linkage pours credibility and the potential for ad-revenue into his sorry blog"Posted by: Betsy Devine
What a dumb hag. First of all, you'll never see an ad on here-I make more in interest in 1 day off my useless T bills than most people writing blogs make off the internet in a year. Secondly, why am I a troll? because she doesn't agree with me? Stunned bitch.
"He's been metaphorically humping to fill a deep void ever since."Posted by: MotherPie
This one is hilarious. I don't hump old broads so I haven't really found any deep voids.
"I am so thankful that I have been married for 43 years and have not had to have contact with anyone like him." Posted by: kenju
Trust me, there is no fucking chance I would ever even talk to an old bitch like you. 43 years huh? And you think the old man has never dipped his wick outside the marriage a few times? ROTFLMAO
"To him it means the highest amount of sexual gratification with the minimum of financial and intellectual expenditure." Posted by: Mark Maunder
Mark, I think you may be projecting here. I'll give you the first part of your comment, sexual gratification is important, but I spend a fortune on women. Because I like the finer things in life, whoever I am with at a particular point gets to share them with me. I just spent a few days in Vegas with a gorgeous young lady and my tab was over $10k just for room, food, drinks etc. What really sucked is I also lost on the tables and the cheap pricks would only give me a future comp. But I don't expect you have a fucking clue what that means Mark.
OK gotta fly but I'll be posting more replies to this bevy of beauties from the old girl's blog.
So let's look at a few of their comments:
"In more practical terms, though, our attention just feeds Mr. Troll and any linkage pours credibility and the potential for ad-revenue into his sorry blog"Posted by: Betsy Devine
What a dumb hag. First of all, you'll never see an ad on here-I make more in interest in 1 day off my useless T bills than most people writing blogs make off the internet in a year. Secondly, why am I a troll? because she doesn't agree with me? Stunned bitch.
"He's been metaphorically humping to fill a deep void ever since."Posted by: MotherPie
This one is hilarious. I don't hump old broads so I haven't really found any deep voids.
"I am so thankful that I have been married for 43 years and have not had to have contact with anyone like him." Posted by: kenju
Trust me, there is no fucking chance I would ever even talk to an old bitch like you. 43 years huh? And you think the old man has never dipped his wick outside the marriage a few times? ROTFLMAO
"To him it means the highest amount of sexual gratification with the minimum of financial and intellectual expenditure." Posted by: Mark Maunder
Mark, I think you may be projecting here. I'll give you the first part of your comment, sexual gratification is important, but I spend a fortune on women. Because I like the finer things in life, whoever I am with at a particular point gets to share them with me. I just spent a few days in Vegas with a gorgeous young lady and my tab was over $10k just for room, food, drinks etc. What really sucked is I also lost on the tables and the cheap pricks would only give me a future comp. But I don't expect you have a fucking clue what that means Mark.
OK gotta fly but I'll be posting more replies to this bevy of beauties from the old girl's blog.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
HOLY SHIT!!!
Less than a week in and I've already been attacked by someone who calls herself a crabby old lady and someone else who thinks he's Sherlock Holmes.
Oh well, some people can't handle the truth. I'll be responding to their comments on here over the next few days. But I doubt the crabby old elderblogger (her words, not mine) will be able to reply because she's too busy wallowing around in self pity on her blog about growing older.
Oh well, some people can't handle the truth. I'll be responding to their comments on here over the next few days. But I doubt the crabby old elderblogger (her words, not mine) will be able to reply because she's too busy wallowing around in self pity on her blog about growing older.
Cars have been a big influence in my life
This is my first beauty, a 1962 MGA twin cam. I got it as a high school graduation gift for getting a B average. Yeah, I was a spoiled brat but that's the joy of your old man being a celebrity and making a lot of money. He had to spend it somewhere right? Don't even ask what an A average would have delivered, but I was damn happy with this and it was a hell of a lot more credible with the women than my mother's Cadillac. It was a couple of years old and midnight blue. It was fast, fun, and most importantly the chicks loved it. But it was almost impossible to screw in this (especially when you're 6'7", but you can't have everything.) It was terrible in the rain and totally undriveable in the snow although thankfully there wasn't much of that where I lived. In the winter, the heater was a joke and it was very windy because it didn't have real windows, just side curtains. It wasn't real fast in a straight line but it could sure corner well.
I loved this car and took good care of it but left it in a parking lot one night and some asshole stole it. Security on this car was nil and my insurance company said if they replaced it, my rates were going to at least double so I decided it was time to replace it with some American muscle.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
I got married 36 years ago today
I was 24 and still in university in graduate school. At the time, it was the thing to do as most of my friends were married. It was fun while it lasted but 24 is way too young to get married when you think of all the pussy that is out there. Of course I was faithful for about a year and it took her another 5 years to catch me before she filed the papers.
It worked out well for both of us. She married a doctor a few years later and I've been with thousands of chicks so we both got what we wanted. Who's happier? Probably me because I just heard her husband is dying with prostate cancer and I'm still getting laid regularly.
No one ever said life was fair.
It worked out well for both of us. She married a doctor a few years later and I've been with thousands of chicks so we both got what we wanted. Who's happier? Probably me because I just heard her husband is dying with prostate cancer and I'm still getting laid regularly.
No one ever said life was fair.
Monday, July 9, 2007
If you bought an iPhone
you're either an idiot or a fucking geek-actually you're probably both. I know a lot of successful people and so far not one of them took the bait. But I do admire the job done by Jobs on you suckers. Enjoy your first AT&T bill-idiot.
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