In this line of work we see numerous amounts of men resort to “Pay for Play” particularly to protect their assets. Forever broken. While the mathematical argument makes sense, you pony up some cash for sex, transaction is complete and you tell yourself:
“I paid her to leave”
There is just one small word that kills this argument… Pride.
For all of the players out there, they will know what we mean when they see the word pride. It’s no longer about simply “getting another girl” or “getting another blonde” its about that time she rolls over in the morning and says “Oh my god you’re my superhero I don’t want time to stop”. It is about that time she sends you a gift to your office… new lingerie. It is about that time you walk into a bar and know you’re in the zone, a switch is flipped and the floor is yours the girl you see in that black dress will be coming home with you and you won’t have to spend more than a measly $10 to get back to your pad. Swagger. A new high. A new experience. A new girl. A new country. A new matrix broken. A new type you said you “could never get”. A new feeling. A new you.
I can hear some of those BSD portfolio managers now: “I can get a new girl every night with cash (with a smirk)”. This argument is good until you realize the truth, you have quit on yourself. The source of all of your success is a greenback. There is no change, you are not getting better. You are stagnant. You believe that all humans can be purchased to satisfy your own insecure belief system, a flawed one. There is nothing more difficult than to seduce and keep a caliber woman, if you believe there is always an “asking price” for every woman we feel bad for you.
With that said we take this shot of Ciroc for all the true players out there from Thailand to New Zealand.
6 Cigarettes, 2 condoms, 4 sticks of gum, 3 sprays of cologne, a Benjamin and an ID. Dress sharp (putting on that fake costume) and head out. No matter how you slice it, catching that prized sea bass is more impressive when completed with your bare hands.
