Rumble

I was committed to having a normal hobby and investing in the family, but now that my wife has ruined that for me, I think I'm going to go all the way back to cheating on her.

If I go through with it, it will be different this time. I'm going to have to be as careful as possible, no more lackadaisical flying by the seat of my pants. Every single thing I do is watched and investigated so I'll have to keep everything 100% locked down and under control.

Also, before it was about having fun, falling in love, and in a way, searching for a better match. But now it will be about two things, either crazy sex, or money. Nothing else.

I say "if." In the back of my head I feel like it's not "if," it's "when."

At my new job I'm surrounded by all these fucked up MILFs, fucked up women in their 30's, and teens/20-somethings who have been, and are being, fucked up by their fucked up parents and surroundings.

I've noticed myself already analyzing, weighing out, probing, developing.

There's a quarter-Puerto Rican chick , 30-ish, 5'4" maybe, skinny, very cute face that somehow unfortunately resembles Michael Jackson, no self esteem whatsoever, fake tits for god knows what reason. I feel sorry for her; she used to be with this total obvious piece of shit guy who is completely full of shit. I can't believe someone that hot would get with such a dirtbag.

Just Saturday night at a party where I literally didn't even try to meet anyone, I connected with four for-sure hookups, and spotted a few more potentials

As an example of a potential hookup, there's the aforementioned dirtbag's current girlfriend - one of them. He's cheating on her with at least one girl, and I totally feel scorn for him, for being that way. Shut the fuck up, I don't even want to hear anyone's shit about how I'm just as bad. It's different. He's doing it for different reasons.

Anyway his girlfriend is Colombian and amazingly hot, I mean she should be (if she isn't already, in Colombia and Mexico or wherever) in movies. I could upstage him since I speak Spanish, and right in front of her, warn her about him cheating on her, explaining that I have no stake in the game and don't even know her, and so on. Once she dumped him, I could track her down.

Then I met this Thai chick who is a little younger than me, very cute, and very wealthy. She moved here alone, to the Orange County counterpart of Bel Air, inside the Orange County counterpart of Beverly Hills. She's loaded beyond imagination. I know where she lives; f you add up the total amount of money most people will make over the course of their entire lives, her house cost more than that.

I asked her about where to get good Thai food and she mentioned she likes to go to a place in L.A., but she couldn't remember the name. I asked, "The Palms?" Her face lit up. I explained that a Thai friend of mine had said it was the best Thai place in Southern California, though I had never been there. I said we should go sometime, and when she agreed, I asked whether her husband would mind. She explained that she's not married; she used to be a model in Thailand, then got into business, and finally moved here because "In Thailand, movie make United State seem everything perfect." I even asked whether she moved her with anyone else, since maybe she moved her with her parents or sibling(s) or an ex-husband. She said, "No. One." and held up one finger.

I took her picture and she gave me her email address to send it there. When she was away for a moment, I asked her friend, an older Thai woman, "If I ask her for her phone number, will she mind?"
"No. I give you."
"Are you sure it's ok?"
"No problem. I give you."
She opens up her cell phone and scrolls to it, holding it so I can copy it down. "You have pen?"
Needless to say, I found a pen.

Funnily enough, 5 minutes later I again pulled the older woman aside and said "Are you sure it's ok if I just call her?"
"No, it fine. I already tell her."
"You already tell her what?!"
"I tell her I give you."
"You told her you gave me her phone number?"
"Yes, no problem."

Fuck! Why is this lady so intent on greasing the skids? Well, who cares, that's a hookup.

I waited Sunday and Monday; I'll call her tomorrow. If my wife's working I'll take this chick to dinner. Maybe I will anyway.

I would totally fuck her for money. I can already tell in the back of my head how I'll play it. She's no dummy. She's probably been around gigolos before, and I don't mean male escorts, I mean male golddiggers.

I'll probably need to very-convincingly play like I have no interest in money, my own nor anyone else's, and I'll mix in a huge dose of "I pay for everything; it's a pride thing for me." Once she sees me not milking her, she'll cut loose. If I really work it, I bet I could get her to buy me some really nice shit.

But I don't know that I want to.

I want the shit, I just don't want to take from her. Even if she's super wealthy, in a way it's off-putting.

Honestly, the same thing is true for sex. She totally dug me and theoretically might be a blast in bed. But I don't want to hurt her feelings. Hell, even a little asian mole near her cleavage kinda bugged me.

Speaking of such things, there's this girl I'm connected to through work. She's 20 or so, very hot, and looks strikingly (even in stature and body) like the 21 year old of days gone by. Her mom is not hot, and is too big in the body region for me, but she's a very high ranking executive at a very large and very famous corporation. Talk about money, this woman is rolling in it. Anyway I told the mom that I could see from whence her daughter got her good looks. She said, "She doesn't look anything like me. Have you seen her father? She gets her looks from him." I allowed that I hadn't seen him, and she explained that he was across the room with his girlfriend, and that I should spill my drink on him.

I feigned pleasant surprise that she was single, and said that if she needs a stepfather for her daughter, "let me know." She immediately called me on it, saying, "I think you mean, if my daughter needs a boyfriend." I scoffed and said I was too old for her daughter, asking the girl's age. When she told me (I can't remember, not that it matters), I said "See? Way too young for me. I can't be any less than 2 years younger than you."

She informed me I was very charming but trying to be a big flatterer. I stuck to my guns, saying I was 36 and that's why her daughter is way too young for me, and that I thought she (the mom) had to be 38 or so. "Why, how old are you?"
"50!"
When I asked her incredulously, "You're not 38 or 40?" she said, "Actually I'm 52."
We flirted some more, but, I bet with a very very minor effort, I could turn that into a cash cow for me. I'm going to call her under some pretense tomorrow, but really a double pretense. I'm going to make it look like I'm calling about one thing but using it as an excuse to talk to her. In reality that whole situation is planned and the goal is to get her to treat me like a sugar mama.

My friend told me his dad died a year ago, and that before he died, his dad said he should do what he wants to be doing, with his life. "You're always saving for that rainy day and it never comes."

In my case it probably will come and I won't have saved up for an umbrella. But if I'm lucky I'll have a safe place, like one of my girls' place.