Now I don’t want anyone thinking otherwise about me, but while I don’t intend to put anyone down, I hate to think that even in this day and age, and after 100 years of “progress”, the stage is still pretty much a case of “no money, no honey”.
I mean, let’s face it: the guy with the bigger wallet, flashier car and the works will land himself a gorgeous woman who would drop her clothes on “go” far easier than the other guys in the room. And while I won’t go so far as to say all women are equally materialistic, fact remains that most women (at least the ones in Singapore anyway) expect to land themselves a man that’s either well-to-do for security (if they’re looking for a partner), or allows them to reap some form of benefit (if it’s just going to be a casual fuck).
Ok, I realised I’ve just made sweeping statements. But how many times have I come across women who expect me to buy expensive gifts and treat them to fancy restaurants while remaining very much the cock-teaser? Or maybe it’s just the kind of women I’ve been hooking up with happen to be the materialistic sort—still, prove me wrong, somebody, that a low-level employee at the office is capable of landing women in bed instead of envying the manager or senior partner of the firm who gets to fuck sexy secretaries that change faces every other month.
And with the recession and folks getting retrenched and such, I don’t find it surprising that some of my friends have had problems keeping their little mistresses and girlfriends on the side. It’s called “friendship with benefits”—and the benefits extend (more often than not) beyond just an orgasmic experience to keep the woman interested in the friendship. Over drinks the other night, a business associate confided that he noticed how he seemed to have “lost” his sex appeal after he downgraded from his Lotus Elise to a Toyota (maybe it’s just his imagination), while another associate whom I do a lot of business deals with said with threats of job losses looming, he seemed to pick up quite a hit list given the number of women at his workplace who willingly drop their skirts for him during those after-office hours to keep their jobs.
Again, I realise it could all just be talk—you know how it’s like when a bunch of guys get together and talk.
In any case, all that doesn’t matter to me, really. What matters is I remain at the top of my game, and while I’ve been busy with work getting things together, it doesn’t necessarily mean I’m out of touch or down on my luck when it comes to women.
And yes, I decided to get myself a date with one of my regular FBs tonight. ;)
I mean, let’s face it: the guy with the bigger wallet, flashier car and the works will land himself a gorgeous woman who would drop her clothes on “go” far easier than the other guys in the room. And while I won’t go so far as to say all women are equally materialistic, fact remains that most women (at least the ones in Singapore anyway) expect to land themselves a man that’s either well-to-do for security (if they’re looking for a partner), or allows them to reap some form of benefit (if it’s just going to be a casual fuck).
Ok, I realised I’ve just made sweeping statements. But how many times have I come across women who expect me to buy expensive gifts and treat them to fancy restaurants while remaining very much the cock-teaser? Or maybe it’s just the kind of women I’ve been hooking up with happen to be the materialistic sort—still, prove me wrong, somebody, that a low-level employee at the office is capable of landing women in bed instead of envying the manager or senior partner of the firm who gets to fuck sexy secretaries that change faces every other month.
And with the recession and folks getting retrenched and such, I don’t find it surprising that some of my friends have had problems keeping their little mistresses and girlfriends on the side. It’s called “friendship with benefits”—and the benefits extend (more often than not) beyond just an orgasmic experience to keep the woman interested in the friendship. Over drinks the other night, a business associate confided that he noticed how he seemed to have “lost” his sex appeal after he downgraded from his Lotus Elise to a Toyota (maybe it’s just his imagination), while another associate whom I do a lot of business deals with said with threats of job losses looming, he seemed to pick up quite a hit list given the number of women at his workplace who willingly drop their skirts for him during those after-office hours to keep their jobs.
Again, I realise it could all just be talk—you know how it’s like when a bunch of guys get together and talk.
In any case, all that doesn’t matter to me, really. What matters is I remain at the top of my game, and while I’ve been busy with work getting things together, it doesn’t necessarily mean I’m out of touch or down on my luck when it comes to women.
And yes, I decided to get myself a date with one of my regular FBs tonight. ;)
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