Not if the poor guy knows how to handle her, if she is a kitten this will mean a lot to her. She has no use for her expensive wardrobe if she cant be properly fucked in it. She needs someone at least to do it for her and it wont most likely be er Saturday sugar daddy who pays her to sit on his face or god forbid, shit in his mouth.
Chances are she might take her whoring money and pay the poor guys rent.
So do you accept check, Bitcoin, cash, credit, or debit for your social company and other services?
Just kidding though because no offense but I don’t care much for dark skinned women where that is pretty much a moot point for me. Not being mean when I say that as you seem like a legitimately nice woman but I have my preferences. I like my women as pale as white milk or snow minus albinos.
You don’t have to worry about me ever banging on your front door.
Whatever you say bud, I know better and I’m going to have to disagree with you.
Every time I go out in public now there is a woman in her twenties with small children going out with a fat slob or older guy. Why is that? Because they have money, that’s why.
Believe what you wish and keep on holding out hope as a poor low income guy a woman will finally take notice of you. Protip: They won’t even bother.
Every time I hear a woman say, “But it’s not about the money!”, I immediately know they’re full of shit and lying.
Then if you know, you know… I think I know, I know what you mean…
I know what those burka-wearing women wear under those burkas… it’s enough to make even you, a grown man, blush… never underestimate the power of the burka, or should that be, what lies beneath…
Haha thanks, but no offence taken… I’m all about da personal preferences too… anything less just wouldn’t be right.
…a good-looking albino, is still a a good-looking person none-the-less funnily enough… my nephew’s friend that I was flirting with a couple of weeks back is so as-white-as-can-be that my sister/my nephew’s aunt called him an albino… but she was being mean to him because he started annoying her. Perhaps I should have reminded her of her first boyfriend… he was very pale and very ginger.
Ah, you’re one of those single wealthy climbing up the ladder social professional career women.
What’s interesting about wealthy women going by statistics or various studies is that they are definitely women that refuse to date down where collectively they demand to date men even more wealthier than they are. I think a study I read said something like 85% of wealthy single women are like this.
Of which once again only asserts and proves my overall sexual market dynamic assertions.
Me and Wendy are no longer romantically involved, we haven’t been for some time now.
We’ve become friends instead and have found out that we get along much better that way. I’m single and have been for quite awhile. It was a mutual relationship termination.
Refuse all you want, there’s a female demographic for you nonetheless. :-"
Sorry to hear that, so just ignore my suggestion about the hair dye, and ignore my not-knowing.
…dare I even ask what female demographic there is for me? This brings to mind the song ‘One, it’s a lonely number’ in regard to me and my self-perceived demographic.
I’m not that wealthy at all, but thanks for reminding me I’m single I guess I don’t put myself ‘out there’ enough to meet any prospective partners, but I guess it ain’t going to happen without effort/effort on my part.
Yea, about that mistress thing… flipping cheek of guys to brazenly ask that of someone, and sometimes the wife agrees, as better he philander with someone they’ve agreed upon than him picking up randoms… and you’d think this kinda thing only happens in the movies.
All of those social arrangements seem terribly complicated, how’s that working out for you?
I swear, with professional women of all kinds they just refuse to settle down with any particular guy always chasing that fantasy upper class male day dream of theirs and then when they become old where they’re still single basically become bitter old shrews. The kind of bitter old single ladies you see in a grocery store yelling at everybody, you know those kinds.
We all have confirmation biases, the question is how much. And if we can whittle away at them.
I think it is possible for each side of the divide to know things about the other side they do not know. IOW men can know things about women they do not realize and vice versa. Some of the more perceptive members of each set might know more than individuals on the other side, even about themselves, since people can be unbelievably ignorant about themselves. In fact you almost get punished, growing up, for noticing who you are, what you think, what you feel and why you think and feel these ways.
Just so it’s clear, I didn’t assume that.
Is there nothing in their persective that they offer you? No insight? Nothing that compliments your strengths?
Well it obviously isn’t… working out for me, because I’ve already stated… I ain’t about that life, so the options that males are putting to me… are not my ideal, nor do they align with my principles/my inbuilt directives. Just call me I, Robot… or maybe just perhaps RoboMags.
Is it just about that? about class and money and lifestyle-maintenance… because it seems to me that that female demographic are there already… all by themselves and under their own steam. It is those mistress-seeking men, who married young, and then realise they’re missing out, when they see these self-made females with probably more ideal qualities than in that whom they married. I think that’s a fact.
“The wise woman patterns her life on the theory and practice of modern banking. She never gives her love, but only lends it on the best security and at the highest rate of interest.” — Toulouse Lautrec
funnily enough… my nephew’s friend that I was flirting with a couple of weeks back is so as-white-as-can-be that my sister/my nephew’s aunt called him an albino… but she was being mean to him because he started annoying her. 
I guess I don’t put myself ‘out there’ enough to meet any prospective partners, but I guess it ain’t going to happen without effort/effort on my part.