The self-made are entertained on how to better themselves; the poor are entertained by entertainment.
(see the difference?)
The rich surround themselves with people who are smarter than they are on topics they are light on; the poor like to surround themselves with others like them or more ignorant than they are.
(see the difference?)
The rich have a vast collection of books, magazines, and articles on finance, self-help, business, autobiographies, etc.; the poor have a vast collection of blockbuster movies, Cosmopolitan-like magazines, and other entertaining content.
Go buy a self-help or autobiography book today.
The rich start their thinking with “How” when presented with a situation/challenge/opportunity.
As a poor immigrant who became a self-made multi-millionaire in my 30’s, I continue to be amazed by the unlimited opportunities available to people of all class (poor, middle class, rich) and baffled by how most people squander the opportunities (usually by complaining about them) in the US.
Here’s some examples on the thinking of the poor and rich:
Poor: I wish I had a successful business like that
Rich: How can I acquire the knowledge to build a successful business like that
Poor: I wish I had a nice car like that
Rich: How can I acquire a yacht like that in 3 years
Poor: I’m always broke. I don’t have enough money.
Rich: How can I residually accumulate more money than I spend, and reinvest the difference to make even more money
Poor: That guy got lucky dating that super hot girl
Rich: How can I become the person that attracts a range of high caliber girls (smart, sexy, sophisticated, fun) that are the envy of lesser men
See the difference!?
(what’s holding you back is “you” and no one else)
So if you’re whiner or complainer you absolutely deserve to be where you are at. You deserve to be poor or middle class because you’ve earned yourself into it. You don’t deserve wealth or the hot girl. But, here’s some tips on how to change that immediately:
1) Stop complaining. Avoid complainers.
2) Start your thinking with “How” - use your time wisely to solve problems, don’t create problems by whining.
3) Dress well (I added this in because how you dress can help inform your mood)
4) Repeat steps 1 - 3
We went on our 2nd date, I picked her up. Her svelte body tone, absolutely stunning face, wit and intelligence made me want to see her again (I hoped the feeling was mutual). I think it was.
On this date, I could sense some nervousness, I was nervous too. We dressed casually for the occasion- she wore light brown boots, dark ankle length leggings and a loose jersey tee with a wide scoop neckline. On occasion she’d expose her left or right shoulder as she was articulating a point or batting her dark brown eyes at me. I paid attention, she was seducing me and I allowed it to happen.
(1 beer + 4 shots later)
Now we’re talking about a 3rd date. BTW, no discussion of an arrangement! She explained to me that she’s not looking for an arrangement. She’s actually looking for a potential partner, someone that she’d like to spend time with. Oh…I think I’m liking her. Can it be? We shall see.
What do I look like, a hooker?
Funny, but not funny at the same time.
I’m ashamed to admit it, but I do occasionally do lines (of you know what). Not often, but admittedly, I do them on occasion (a few times a year). One of my best friends came over to my house and we decided to start the party ‘early’. BTW, this friend is always ready to party. There were about 10 people waiting for us at a club. We both did a line, and the world was our oyster. It’s game time.
I pulled my Ferrari out of the garage, hard-top down, and we were off to the club! You could hear the roar of the engine scream, like a symphony of angry motor bikes revving their gears. We ripped out of my parking lot, the motorized gates to my house barely opening fast enough for us to get out.
We zipped thru traffic, music blaring (yes, I realize how annoying this is - but, fuck, we were having a great time!), and navigated our way to the valet. The line to the club was packed, but we knew the owner of the club and had a reserved area seal off for us. I tipped the valet $100, and he left my vehicle precisely where I dropped it off. I didn’t want him or anyone else driving it. We zoomed past the line and made our way into the club.
The night was magical. Drinks, good friends, and hardly any drama. We ended back out my house with + 5 more people. So, about 15 in all (not including my friend and I). We opened more champagne, turned on the outdoor heat lamps, and had an outdoor pool party. A few more lines later, we were still partying. haha. It was a crazy night, so much fun. The next day, we all felt like shit. But, hey, it was New Years. No one got hurt, and most importantly I spent it with some of my closest friends.
Ok - so, I took a break from sugar land for a bit, but now I’m back - sort of. I went on a date. I had coffee with a pint-sized, Asian hottie the other day. Unfortunately when we met she recognized me from a magazine, which made for an awkward moment. I was hoping to be incognito, and played it off like it was no big deal. I smiled, we ordered coffee, and the date commenced.
I explained to her that I wasn’t looking for anything serious at the moment except for companionship/friendship, and I asked her what she was looking for. ”I don’t know”, she replied. Our eyes locked, we smiled, and nodded. It was a wonderful silence. I could tell, we were both searching for words to break the delicious silence but nothing came out. “I guess I’m suppose to say something witty to break the silence,” I said. “I have nothing witty to say, but I do like your hand bag.” We both laughed. In that moment, it was as if the drain was unclogged and words were now flowing from each other’s mouth.
It was a nice date. She was attractive, intelligent, and polite. What also struck me was her very, very pretty face - perhaps even gorgeous face. She had almond shaped eyes, dark hair, high cheek bones, and pouty lips. She wasn’t full Asian, she was half French too. She wore a form-fitting sweater that revealed the firmness in her form, but didn’t give away too many secrets. She was sexy, and classy just the way I like’em.
As the night progressed, I could tell she was looking for the next clue. The clue on what we’re going to do next. I told her I’d call her, that we’d go on a dinner date. So, that’s how the night ended. No expectations other than another date. I walked her out, we hugged, and we went on our merry way. We talked this morning and the next date is set.
You know, this was the first in a very long time that I didn’t bring up any expectations of the possible arrangement. I’m not sure why i didn’t this time. I’m sure she was probably thinking about it, I guess I was hoping it wasn’t about that. Perhaps, I’ve convinced myself that my charms were enough to carry the day, but inside I know that’s probably not entirely true. In fact, I know it’s not true. Until the next date, have a good night everyone and happy hunting :-) It’s a jungle out there.