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It seems that as a species, we never stop complaining about the opposite gender. Women complain that men only think about sex, while men grumble that the only thing that preoccupies a woman's mind is moolah, and lots of it.
Women have, for so many years (especially since the sexual revolution), complained about the trepidation that comes with the sexual double standard. Their biggest complaint is not that most men will have sex with just about any woman. No, women's biggest complaint is that they cannot do the same as men without suffering the consequences of being labeled a slut.
can't beat 'em? join 'em
Well no one is forcing these women to date such promiscuous men. If women want to eliminate this double standard, they can do one of two things:
1. Steer clear of "male sluts" in order to teach them some control.
2. Even out the playing ground by mimicking what they've accused men of doing for so many years, and have multiple partners themselves.
And much to my pleasure, women have chosen the latter alternative.
It has become much more acceptable for a woman to have many partners nowadays than it was forty years ago. Thanks to the media and social icons, society no longer sees freedom of sexual expression as a bad thing.
times are changing
On the other hand, men across America complain that there are a lot of no good, gold digging women who are only interested in dating a man for his fortune. Well, why not do the same as women have done over the past years?
That's right, let's eliminate the financial double standard and show more interest toward women who have plenty of Benjamins to go around.
In no way am I recommending that you sleep with women for money. Au contraire, all I'm hinting at is that you should dedicate your time pampering, massaging, and making love to the woman of your financial dreams. So in this case you're not a paid escort -- simply a gigolo.
A male escort charges a fixed hourly rate for his sexual services. A gigolo doesn't charge an hourly rate -- he dates or spends a lot of his time with women much like a friend or lover would on a date and in the bedroom. In return, these women shower him with gifts to show their appreciation. Since women have done it for thousands of years, why shouldn't men do the same?
meet rockin' robin
I met green-eyed Robin while bartending at a private fundraising gala in New York City. At the time, she was 34 years old, and I was only 22. There was something about the way she dazedly stirred her glass that caught my attention.
This woman was definitely lonely and needed to have a shot of excitement pumped into her life. It was quite obvious that she was rather bored in the company of her father and his associates. So I waved the beautiful blonde over to my bar and offered to rescue her from the dullness.
After speaking with Robin for much of the night, I learned that she was single and also happened to be the daughter of a multi-millionaire who had more money than he knew what to do with. On the other hand, I just happened to be a flirtatious young man who couldn't take my eyes off of her, and she enjoyed every minute of it.
take me to paradise
By the end of the night, I offered Robin one more drink in order to make things a bit more interesting. I gave her the choice from one of my two specialties: They're Making Me Crazy served in a chilled goblet, or Take Me To Paradise, strained into an ice-filled highball glass.
Robin read my intent and played along by asking where exactly this paradise could be found. I cleverly requested that she wait for me after work and I'd show her. Robin smiled wildly as she imagined what sort of naughty, forbidden pleasures she was about to encounter.
A few minutes later, Robin and I disappeared. We walked and talked for hours as I accompanied her back to her downtown loft. Once we reached her place, she thanked me for coming along, and then, in a childlike manner, invited me inside. I guess she was a little intimidated by the thought of being rejected by a younger man.
We talked for hours until sunrise. And much to my surprise, we didn't do anything kinky. The only thing that came out of that night was a greater understanding for the daughter of a rich man, who had been neglected and was very lonely.
see her again, and again
The following day, Robin called me and asked to see me again. She confessed that she enjoyed my company, wanted to spend more time with me, and later that night, we both fell into each other's arms and kissed passionately.
Before I knew it, Robin was on top of me riding my manhood and confessing about her desire for pleasure. And I was not going to disappoint, how could I? Robin was sexually deprived, and I was going to show her just how deprived she had been.
That wonderful night led to many more sex-filled nights. And with the wonderful sex, came the wonderful gifts. Robin appreciated my company, and although she knew that I wasn't a keeper, she still enjoyed spending her time with me.
Find out how you can end up with a fully paid BMW...
In return for her appreciation, Robin started to buy me expensive gifts. First it started with expensive dinners, then a spectacular Rolex, followed by expensive designer shirts and suits, and finally she stunned me by letting me drive her BMW. And all I had to do was make her feel special.
This exceptional treatment lasted six months. Finally one day, her father presented her to the man who would eventually become her husband, and so my short experience as a gigolo ended. For the record, I kept all the gifts -- including the car -- it was her little way of saying, "I'm sorry for breaking your heart."
Although I did miss her presence, humor and gifts, I learned that there was nothing wrong with letting a woman with the financial means support me, as long as we both knew what we were getting ourselves into and enjoyed each other's company.
who can you look for?
Tired of spending all your cash on the little princesses who think they're entitled the world because of their beauty? Well why not give the Robins of the world a try?
The main targets tend to hail from high society. Remember, you want a woman who has the means to support you. Usually these women are lacking something in their lives, whether it be excitement, companionship, orgasms, or simply a good lover who pays attention to their needs.
Sometimes it's the daughter of a wealthy man who wants to revolt and upset her parents in order to get their attention. Sometimes it's a discontented housewife who wants to get back at her husband for cheating on her with his mistress, by spending his money on a younger lover. Other times, it's a hardworking successful woman who never had the time to meet a man because she was dedicated to her career, and now wants to live her life to the fullest.
where do you start?
So where can you meet these women? The answer is simple. Don't expect them to come to you -- that would make them feel guilty. If you want to meet a sweet sugar lady, then you're going to have to actively -- yet discreetly -- look for them.
High society parties are generally the best place to socialize and meet the starving ladies. You can do so by attending them by invitation, or by working at the event. The best job to hold is behind the bar mixing drinks. This allows you to flirt and speak with the lonely lovelies.
If you're the shy type who doesn't know how to mix drinks, there are other jobs that can get you inside her door. We've all heard about the reputations of mailmen and pool boys (repeat visits allow for interesting and flirtatious interactions) -- that's because there's an element of truth to their potential dirty work.
word of warning
Of course the gigolo life isn't always what it's cut out to be. Sure the gifts are fine and the sex can be amazing, but sometimes the women leave much to be desired in the looks department. That's when you'll have to draw the line at how low you're willing to go.
More often than not, you will meet women commonly referred to as Buffarillos; too big to be buffalos and too ugly to be gorillas. That's when you have to pick up a calculator and work the numbers. Enjoy the sugar.
Women have, for so many years (especially since the sexual revolution), complained about the trepidation that comes with the sexual double standard. Their biggest complaint is not that most men will have sex with just about any woman. No, women's biggest complaint is that they cannot do the same as men without suffering the consequences of being labeled a slut.
can't beat 'em? join 'em
Well no one is forcing these women to date such promiscuous men. If women want to eliminate this double standard, they can do one of two things:
1. Steer clear of "male sluts" in order to teach them some control.
2. Even out the playing ground by mimicking what they've accused men of doing for so many years, and have multiple partners themselves.
And much to my pleasure, women have chosen the latter alternative.
It has become much more acceptable for a woman to have many partners nowadays than it was forty years ago. Thanks to the media and social icons, society no longer sees freedom of sexual expression as a bad thing.
times are changing
On the other hand, men across America complain that there are a lot of no good, gold digging women who are only interested in dating a man for his fortune. Well, why not do the same as women have done over the past years?
That's right, let's eliminate the financial double standard and show more interest toward women who have plenty of Benjamins to go around.
In no way am I recommending that you sleep with women for money. Au contraire, all I'm hinting at is that you should dedicate your time pampering, massaging, and making love to the woman of your financial dreams. So in this case you're not a paid escort -- simply a gigolo.
A male escort charges a fixed hourly rate for his sexual services. A gigolo doesn't charge an hourly rate -- he dates or spends a lot of his time with women much like a friend or lover would on a date and in the bedroom. In return, these women shower him with gifts to show their appreciation. Since women have done it for thousands of years, why shouldn't men do the same?
meet rockin' robin
I met green-eyed Robin while bartending at a private fundraising gala in New York City. At the time, she was 34 years old, and I was only 22. There was something about the way she dazedly stirred her glass that caught my attention.
This woman was definitely lonely and needed to have a shot of excitement pumped into her life. It was quite obvious that she was rather bored in the company of her father and his associates. So I waved the beautiful blonde over to my bar and offered to rescue her from the dullness.
After speaking with Robin for much of the night, I learned that she was single and also happened to be the daughter of a multi-millionaire who had more money than he knew what to do with. On the other hand, I just happened to be a flirtatious young man who couldn't take my eyes off of her, and she enjoyed every minute of it.
take me to paradise
By the end of the night, I offered Robin one more drink in order to make things a bit more interesting. I gave her the choice from one of my two specialties: They're Making Me Crazy served in a chilled goblet, or Take Me To Paradise, strained into an ice-filled highball glass.
Robin read my intent and played along by asking where exactly this paradise could be found. I cleverly requested that she wait for me after work and I'd show her. Robin smiled wildly as she imagined what sort of naughty, forbidden pleasures she was about to encounter.
A few minutes later, Robin and I disappeared. We walked and talked for hours as I accompanied her back to her downtown loft. Once we reached her place, she thanked me for coming along, and then, in a childlike manner, invited me inside. I guess she was a little intimidated by the thought of being rejected by a younger man.
We talked for hours until sunrise. And much to my surprise, we didn't do anything kinky. The only thing that came out of that night was a greater understanding for the daughter of a rich man, who had been neglected and was very lonely.
see her again, and again
The following day, Robin called me and asked to see me again. She confessed that she enjoyed my company, wanted to spend more time with me, and later that night, we both fell into each other's arms and kissed passionately.
Before I knew it, Robin was on top of me riding my manhood and confessing about her desire for pleasure. And I was not going to disappoint, how could I? Robin was sexually deprived, and I was going to show her just how deprived she had been.
That wonderful night led to many more sex-filled nights. And with the wonderful sex, came the wonderful gifts. Robin appreciated my company, and although she knew that I wasn't a keeper, she still enjoyed spending her time with me.
Find out how you can end up with a fully paid BMW...
In return for her appreciation, Robin started to buy me expensive gifts. First it started with expensive dinners, then a spectacular Rolex, followed by expensive designer shirts and suits, and finally she stunned me by letting me drive her BMW. And all I had to do was make her feel special.
This exceptional treatment lasted six months. Finally one day, her father presented her to the man who would eventually become her husband, and so my short experience as a gigolo ended. For the record, I kept all the gifts -- including the car -- it was her little way of saying, "I'm sorry for breaking your heart."
Although I did miss her presence, humor and gifts, I learned that there was nothing wrong with letting a woman with the financial means support me, as long as we both knew what we were getting ourselves into and enjoyed each other's company.
who can you look for?
Tired of spending all your cash on the little princesses who think they're entitled the world because of their beauty? Well why not give the Robins of the world a try?
The main targets tend to hail from high society. Remember, you want a woman who has the means to support you. Usually these women are lacking something in their lives, whether it be excitement, companionship, orgasms, or simply a good lover who pays attention to their needs.
Sometimes it's the daughter of a wealthy man who wants to revolt and upset her parents in order to get their attention. Sometimes it's a discontented housewife who wants to get back at her husband for cheating on her with his mistress, by spending his money on a younger lover. Other times, it's a hardworking successful woman who never had the time to meet a man because she was dedicated to her career, and now wants to live her life to the fullest.
where do you start?
So where can you meet these women? The answer is simple. Don't expect them to come to you -- that would make them feel guilty. If you want to meet a sweet sugar lady, then you're going to have to actively -- yet discreetly -- look for them.
High society parties are generally the best place to socialize and meet the starving ladies. You can do so by attending them by invitation, or by working at the event. The best job to hold is behind the bar mixing drinks. This allows you to flirt and speak with the lonely lovelies.
If you're the shy type who doesn't know how to mix drinks, there are other jobs that can get you inside her door. We've all heard about the reputations of mailmen and pool boys (repeat visits allow for interesting and flirtatious interactions) -- that's because there's an element of truth to their potential dirty work.
word of warning
Of course the gigolo life isn't always what it's cut out to be. Sure the gifts are fine and the sex can be amazing, but sometimes the women leave much to be desired in the looks department. That's when you'll have to draw the line at how low you're willing to go.
More often than not, you will meet women commonly referred to as Buffarillos; too big to be buffalos and too ugly to be gorillas. That's when you have to pick up a calculator and work the numbers. Enjoy the sugar.
