A woman of quality? Puh-LEASE!
Ah, we have a woman of quality, looking for a quality man. Let’s see how I stack up.
I’m 7 foot and 315 pounds. Not skinny, but far from fat by any definition. When one works out a few times a week one builds muscle mass, unless of course she’s a fan of girly-men.
Hmm. I don’t go about obsessing by posting my photo on websites to neurotically compare myself to other men. If I decide I want to get laid, I just go get laid, and I don’t have to post personal ads to do so.
If you think below thirty equates with attractive, I have a bridge you and I need to talk about.
IQ is raw learning potential, at best – though mine tests out twenty or so points higher than yours, toots, depending on the test.
I have three degrees, and I don’t even count Associate’s Degrees among them.
You still work for your money, instead of your money working for you. I work solely because I’d go barking mad to be among the idle rich. In the circles of those who truly have their financial shit together, yours is described as “Treading water.”
Sexually demanding, check. Guess what we’d call a man whose “lover” had to beg for sleep? While sex is great, it’s vastly overrated, and I can name several sluts who are very, very good at it. I’m willing to bet you’re probably one of those women who claim that “Men are big babies when they are told No” yet go into screaming hysterics if the man in question is too tired and tells you “no.”
How about hunt, camp, hike, participate in sports, re-enactments…. And I can’t say that gambling puts you real high on the “Sense to spit downwind” department – you just don’t have the financial wherewithal do afford to lose any real money. Most men don’t want clones.
Given that self-improvement is an ongoing project of mine this list will continue to grow (I’m currently working on adding bilingual, very physically fit, well-traveled, higher income, and fantastic cook to the list). So even when “relatively young†(an important criteria for most men) drops off that list, I should have added enough other things that my overall dating market value should remain the same or even improve.
Only working on bilingual, and you claim to be a genius? My son is tri-lingual, and he’s not even out of college, yet. Pshaw. I run twenty year old men into the ground routinely, and multiple times a week. I’ve used up one passport, own multiple properties, and cook 7 different cuisines. And young is generally used by men who are interested in breeding. You’re not. “Young” as pertains to you then is only of value insofar as you are wanted for arm candy; either way, men interested in breeding or a fashion accessory will still have little use for you when that is used up, it’s of no practical value for anything else.
Unless, of course, you’re shallow and superficial.
The above list explains why I typically receive 50-100 (sometimes more) responses whenever I post personal ads. This is in addition to getting hit on almost every time I go out alone (and all that those men know about me is that they like the way I look, they don’t even know about all the other qualities I have that make me more appealing than most other women).
And you have to post personal ads. Even given that you’re not in my league, you should have to – at least on paper – beat men off with a stick just walking down the street. What is it about you, I have to ask, which is so personally off-putting, that you have to solicit from strange men on the internet? It seems you’re putting a whole lot of investment into “Fuckability” and draw a lot of satisfaction in being classified so, yet are looking for something more? I mean surely you can find a witty man willing to spend a lot of money on you in exchange for sex – most women can. Most women who bother to shower, and avoid becoming “grossly obese” have no problem in that area. What is it about you that keeps men who know you personally from going for that long term?
Besides that whole “I value me more than you” thing, which I’m sure you don’t quite have a handle on yet as a problem.
So, I have a *lot* of choices of men who want to date me. Given that, of course I choose to date only the highest quality men — men who are also fit, attractive, intelligent, educated, financially successful, etc. I’m attracted to men from any race and a wide age range (21 to 50 or so) so the pool of men who meet those requirements is quite large, which allows me to add all sorts of additional restrictions if I want — must be atheist,
Must not be philosophically challenging to my beliefs
must be libertarian,
Must not be politically challenging to my beliefs (Though I sympathize if it is merely “must not be socialist” – I can only handle small doses of that myself before I start plotting where to hide the body).
must not want (more) children,
Must be willing to dote on me, Me, ME!
must be financially independent or self-employed and available for frequent world travel, etc.
Must be able to support me in the lifestyle I want to be accustomed to. *sigh* Old story goes about a man who asks a woman if she’d sleep with him for a million dollars. She smiles, and says she would. Then he asks her “How about $10?” whereupon she smacks him, throws her drink in his face, and screams, “What kind of woman do you think I am?!?!?!” He wipes off his face and answers, “You’ve already told me, now we’re just haggling over the price.”
Maybe a high class whore – but a whore nonetheless. Probably fun to have sex with. Maybe even worth the money you claim to be worth – but in the end, the type of woman a guy fucks until he finds a woman of quality to marry. Well, at least she’s a good enough sport to not be wanting to tie a man down with kids, at least at the moment. Don’t know how loudly the biological clock will tick later.
Know what you get if you feed your purebreed dog a diet of the finest cuts of grain fed meat, caviar, and such? A steaming pile of crap that makes you want to puke if you step in it.
I do notice, however, from her front page, that she has cats, and dotes on them. Probably a good back-up plan.
Gents, this is a prime example of a woman who misses the point. What mention in there about warm? Compassionate? The ability to merely be from time to time? Does she like to wake up in the fog shrouded mountains, and sit on a deck and drink coffee in the morning silence? What plays has she seen? What books has she read? What makes her laugh? What makes her cry? What was the last thing she cried about? These are the things that make a person one of quality. She may be a person of some middling accomplishment, true. But I could describe many such, many as are monsters, despite a superficial and shallow list of accomplishments.
Would she were fatter! But I fear her not:
Yet, if my name were liable to fear,
I do not know the woman I should avoid
So soon as that spare woman. She reads much;
She is a great observer, and she looks
Quite through the deeds of men: she loves no plays,
As thou dost; she hears no music:
Seldom she smiles; and smiles in such a sort
As if she mock’d herself and scorn’d her spirit
That could be moved to smile at any thing.
Such women as she be never at heart’s ease
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves;
And therefore are they very dangerous.
I rather tell thee what is to be fear’d
Than what I fear, for always I am Gonzo!
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