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Wednesday, February 2, 2022

February 2, 2022

Yesteryear
One year ago today: February 2, 2021, a huge reward.
Five years ago today: February 2, 2017, he totally outclasses.
Nine years ago today: February 2, 2013, me learning transistors.
Random years ago today: February 2, 1982, generic “calendar” redacted post.

           Let’s begin my promised look at rich bitch dating and mating, just remember no matter how critical I get, I’m on their side. I would not want to be a women much over 24 looking for a good man, the odds are biologically stacked. Having said that, it is practically impossible to find a woman over 24 who is single and actually did something with her life. I first gave advice on finding women when I was twenty years old. It went: go buy a women’s magazine about where to meet men, then go there to get met. Works like a charm, because it is a charm.
           To begin with, if you define women looking for rich men, most Internet sites are for hookers. I won’t list any because they were all alike—women [they all say] should go to expensive eateries, browse in high end stores, and join yacht clubs. As if pickup-artist men don't know that. I can’t say those are places rich men go to get married, but some do go there if only, as I do [even though I am not rich], to avoid having to mingle with riff-raff. A simple $5 cover charge or a buck a drink more is enough to keep most every loser off the property.

           I’m searching for the opposite information. Not where hungry women go to find rich men, but where rich women go to seek quality men. I don’t define any of the adjectives, you are on your own with that. Nor am I the guy to ask about approaching women or starting a conversation because I so rarely do it. When is the last time I struck up a convo with a woman, anyway? Nope, can’t remember but for sure it was more than twenty years ago. Don’t misread me, I know exactly what it takes for women to walk up to a stranger (like me) and initiate, and while I appreciate it to an extent, it has never once been the woman that I want. For the record, at the recent gig, four women approached me. Some will say they were just being friendly, yeah, like the last time you were just “being friendly”. Bullshit your mother but don’t bullshit me.
           Attending rich events isn’t for me. The rich are just as plastic as the rest. I’d be more handy listing the things you don’t want in a woman, but that could take a while. After an hour, I’ve found a smattering of “rich women” dating sites, however I am seeking what qualities rich women are looking for. Avoiding sites like Psychology Today, who get everything twisted, and woketard outfits who say if you don’t like fat broads, you have not “progressed much”, that leaves a few magazine articles and surveys, though use your common sense.

           One factor stands above all others, in fact, all others combined. Money. Remember, pointing out exceptions does not alter a statistic, and money reigns supreme. Not billions, but money enough support your own. Nobody wants to marry a chauvinist or feminist who can’t pay their own way. So, let’s eliminate money and see if we can get any further into this. We want to know what a woman who has all the money she needs is looking for in the man department. It is understood they automatically exclude the gigilo and boy-toy categories. Certainly, rich women would be fools to go anywhere [near where] their daughters might hang out.
           From what I find, it varies with age. Young women say they want tall men, which can have a life-long impact on men, but this preference is dropped quickly—you can tell by what they [these women] wind up with, ha-ha.

           Here’s where things get instantly complicated. Even the high-end dating sites primarily focus on income levels. But if that worked, these rich women would be at all those expensive clubs & cafes. Rich women would seem to naturally seek men who are intelligent, secure, and at least attractive enough to dress up and take out. Beyond that, it is now 8:14AM and I’ve found nothing. My project for the day is waiting for the phone to ring about that van, so let’s continue looking—what do rich women want?

           One could ask what the woman in this photo wants. It’s a 20 year-old student called Charisma found raped and strangled in a car. I don’t know about you, but her photo spells mudsharking. The news reports are not stating anything except her death, highly unsusual if there were no [such] implications. That [silence from the media] tells us something right away. While she may be the victim of unprovoked attack, I’m waiting for more information.

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           Since the experts can’t agree, let’s at least look at the surveys. We’ll ignore comfort and security because the women’s opinions I seek would have all that they can use. Several listed kindness as the primary quality, none listed attractiveness in the top five. Dammit, I’m sunk, ha-ha. Intelligence and education is usually second—which shows most women don’t know the difference. Fourth place goes to confidence and after that there is no consensus. While confidence is never number one, it appears in the top five of every list. Here is a list of some qualities rich women seek that I would fail, bearing in mind I do not ask for that which I cannot offer in return:
Compassion. Toward others, that is. Unlike pets, people have a choice over what they become. I will help in dire situations, but generally no handouts. You don’t work, you don’t eat. As long as I get taxed for welfare, I’ve done my duty.
Emotional availability.. To my only, all. To others, nothing. I am generally approachable, but usually only for a few minutes until your novelty wears off.
Respect. It is not automatic. With me, you not only have to earn it, you must thereafter maintain it.
Maturity. I don’t even believe in it, but recognize it is many-facetted. I would stay a kid my whole life if it were possible. What most call maturity, I call ass-kissing.
           My top five in a woman excludes good looks, because that is a given. There has to be that attraction and it has to sustain over time. My tolerance for women’s foibles is proportional to their attractiveness and I’ve never pretended otherwise. This list is without regard to anything I’ve written before, so if it reflects any changes, that is a matter for future historians after this blog is found in a cave in the year 2525.

           • A good disposition. Skanks and cranky types, don’t take it out on me.
           • Intelligence. I have no use for the stupid in my home life.
           • Dependable & consistent. Wishy-washy has never been tolerated here.
           • Ambition. Avoid women whose only goal is having children.
           • Extrovert character. Reticent and boring too often become the same.

           The groundhog died y’day. There’s no room for all the jab jokes here, try Gab.com. Whoopi the Hutt has gone missing. And for those who think my potting soil makes a sad top story, far bigger funded sites have been going on about how Tesla’s power seats will disable themselves if you let kids play with them. If that's the best they can come up with, I'm okay with potting soil.
           The truckers in Canada are not budging. Ottawa has spent thirty years making sure all of them are on file. Everything of value they own is registered with a government office somewhere. House, car, bank account, credit card, land, stocks, bonds, driver’s license, job, bus pass, children’s names, ages, birthdates, schools, and yet they think Ottawa has spent billions building this system because they are nice guys.
           The source for this news is Gilles Gosselin, the Canadian lawyer who moved to Barbados with a million dollars just before Canada passed the $10,000 rule. They say you cannot cross the border with that much cash, but the reality is any such transaction draws scrutiny.

           More later, but I finally go the scooter back. $378 for new tires on a $750 scooter, but that is not the measure of its value. Each tank of gas saved on the van is $50 and the scooter, on that count, has paid for itself before. Just having it back this afternoon was super. I have no front brakes, but I went over the handlebars more than once and no longer miss front brakes. Here’s the view, with both tires now the same size and it rides better, though just noticeably.
           I drove the back route to Kooters and found Mac was there. We talked the business of music. In my life, I’ve played 152 one-night stands. The most in one area was with the Hippie in Miami, we never got a call-back, not with his demeanor. Technically we did play Club M twice, but the second time was the People’s Court episode where he kept all the money. Count ‘em if you want folks, it was 11 one-night stands. What a joke.

ADDENDUM
           A look at the latest Russian tank, the T-14 Armata. It first it seems to step away from traditional design. It looks lighter with more ground clearance, and dispenses with the “frying pan” turret. Let’s take a closer peek. First, the new turret is unmanned, the three-man crew sites in an armored tub in the hull and if taken out, the tank can be operated by remote control. At 48 tons, it can reach 50 mph for around 300 miles. The autoloader can loose a shell every five seconds and claims hits up to 7 miles away with guided missile 125 mm ammunition. The frontal armor is said to be unpenetrateable by kinetic rounds.
           It is said to have a 360° defense system that detects incoming missiles and deflects them. It has stealth features, a thermal smokescreen against infrared and laser targeting, and has an electronic shield that detonates magnetic proximity fuses. The crew has all-round vision and the on-board radar can track 40 land targets and 25 air simultaneously.

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