I have never been a lucky in person or get many breaks. What I lack in luck, I make up for in observation. It is this attention to details that has taught me to capitalize on things others don’t see. To me these things are obvious.

At work, I am training a guy to read financials. It AMAZES me that he is going to get an MBA someday, yet he can’t read a summarized one page balance sheet! After teaching him how to read the financials, he still wasn’t able to grasp the details on the strength of a company. I had to explain to him that a company stock is can be deceptive because it is based on perceived value vs. intrinsic value. If the stock price vastly supercedes the intrinsic value, then look for a crash. It’s in the details if you read the financials correctly and use your head. The company barely breaks even, but its stock keep growing at 50% annually–look for a crash!

In a job interview, look for things you have in common with these people. Relate your job to theirs. Look for pictures of their family. Then look for some details. Find that bridge that connects you. Look at their travel pictures and ask them details about their trip. This eliminates the typical boring answers they always hear. Give them details about you, and not something generic. Why are you different? “I don’t own a T.V. I read everyday. I better myself that way.” I love challenges, “I play 12 strings instead of 6 strings. I ride 1 wheel instead of 2.” In a competitive job pool, it is the details that you give, and you notice, that gets the job. They will remember you better that way.

Socially, I have this habit of noticing things at bar or party that most people don’t see that are completely obvious to me. I see the giant ass line to the women’s bathroom, I size up the ladies. Which one of the women are doing the rain dance (you know, the girl thats about ready to piss herself) and how far back is she in line from the bathroom? Too young and she won’t understand etiquette or gratitude. Too attractive and odds are she has never bought a man she doesn’t know a drink. And a quick probe to weed out the un-available women. “Why isn’t your boyfriend escorting you to the men’s room? Because that rain dance you are doing looks painful.” Now make your selection and escort her to the men’s room with your hands over her eyes. I am cool about it and don’t expect anything in return, but 40% time I walk away with a free drink.

Another observation that helps narrow down the scope. Not all women are down with the Asian persuasion, therefore I use small visual signs. I read the Chinese characters on her back, arm, neck, or exposed part and asses her character by what it says. Most women love to put their wanna be personality on there to front for some reason. But it also gives me a door in for small talk at a party of people I don’t know.

When told that there are crazy storms in Florida and/or California, most people consider that small talk. To me that’s an immediate call to my broker to gobble up as many OJ options as possible before the prices go even more insane. Good things happen to everyone, but amazing things happen to those who can see it. It’s all in the details.

I have been fortunate enough to experience the feeling of being with someone that I felt as “Put here on this planet to make me happy.” Most people in their lives never experience this event because they are always jumping for relationship to relationship, never taking time out to find themselves and realize what it is that they want.

Unlike most people, I have never felt like a human being seeking a spiritual experience. Rather I believe that I am a spiritual being trying to have a human experience. And before our path to this planet, we make plans to meet others down here. Everything about that person is just beyond coincidental for even a rational person to believe anything otherwise.

The first feeling I get with this person is a strong sense of deja vu when you are with her. Then the coincidences start to stack up. She is more attractive to you than she is to others (love vision I guess). I can fall asleep immediately beside her; something which I’ve only experienced with just one person. It feels like morphine for the soul.

There is a woman that I was fancying from afar. I never felt the green light from her, but did catch a couple of smiles from her a few nights ago. I will let fate determine it. I will ask her out (if she is available) should we meet up in a setting outside of her work place. She has the prettier to me than others see her appeal.

I met a very interesting father not long ago at the shop while getting my power door locks repaired. The boys made a joke about his daughter when the customer inquired if she came by and picked up the car. I could tell this man had the look of fear when he seemed to first believe the joke. I knew immediately.

“What’s the matter? Don’t want your daughter to bring home a man just like her dad?” I laughed. “That’s what you get for being a bad guy when you were single. Now you have to live in fear.” The seemingly innocuous man laughed a bit and went into his days of cocaine parties of the 70’s with hookers and bell bottoms.

The worse the man, the more beautiful the daughter that he will sire; thus, more bad guys she will meet–GUYS JUST LIKE HER DADDY! This karmic balance is what keeps most men honest by the time they reach thirty. Couple of my friends have already installed GPS tracking systems/service on their daughters’ car. So this is what it’s like to have a daughter to men who have crossed the kingdom of pig. And these guys weren’t angels before they got married.

The signs aren’t easy to see even for a guy. But they are there if you look carefully enough.

Of course you can always ask him “Would you ever let your daughter date a guy just like you?” You might be surprised at the answers.

I got sent home from work this morning because of the fires in San Diego area. The lack of oxygen in the smoky sky has started to make me high. I like having a break from work, but not under these circumstances.

I wonder if that raunchie club in TJ is open tonight. And if so, is it also smoky down there? $2 beer can plant my ass there for a very, very, long time. Of course, that idea was downed after speaking to my friend who said half of TJ was on fire as well.

So mom is packed up ready to go. I got the portable kennel (and all his cat paraphernalia) ready for Talo in the event of an evacuation. I knew immediately the important items of my life. I had all my irreplaceable pictures of my family and past loves ready because I left them out with some nostalgia feelings recently. I grabbed the unloaded pistol out of the briefcase and loaded it up with live ammunition. I am not a violent person by nature, but am a firm believer that “Luck favors the Prepared.” Any man that can’t defend his family or loved ones isn’t a man. My life is simple like that. I have about 30 pictures in an envelope, loaded pistol, cat, cat food, cat sand, human food, water, and a generous amount of cash. Before anything happened I had already made arrangements with friends in the beach area in case we needed to leave. I always have an escape route mapped such as in my career and sometimes love life for any bad turns. I’ll be on shore before you realize the ship is sinking. I am the type of person you call when the Nero sets fire to Rome, because I am cool under pressure, unafraid of death, and thought ways out of extremely bad situations.

Needless to say that the smoke in the So Cal air shortened my get together with the 3/4 Russian 1/4 Mongolian girl last night. She is 13 years my junior and is still attracted to me. I’ve known her for about 3 years already and seems to be available to date. I showed her some of my cold side while sharing some dating stories with her. I am not sure if she is still interested in me. My female friends, friends’ of girlfriends, are in shock that I happen to be dating younger these days. I am a bit taken back as well. I tend to go with the flow of things. More to come on this later.

I took a ride down the board walk on Friday after work and met up with Darren (not real name). He tried to capitalize on a tall blond girl resting next to us after her run. She quickly said the B word (boyfriend) and told him to fuck off politely. I don’t understand why he does that. I will wait for an invitation from a woman with some kind of a smile, look glance, wink, or sign. I don’t waste other people’s time or my own that way.

After the ride he asked me if I ever been to a whore house. I told him that I had in a past life to his surprise. So we took a trip to the place that he frequents. Purple Rain wasn’t as nice as I remembered the Chicago Club when I went there for a bachelor party. PR was like a tiny strip club with rooms upstairs. The girls there were even raunchier than the Hustler Club on weekdays. This one gordita still had fresh stretch marks on her.

The girls there weren’t shy about groping at all. Maybe it’s there way of finding a ripe customer. So Darren picked out the girl and did his thing upstairs while I hung out and drank like a fish. $5 cognac & $2 beer, and loud club music put me in a great mood. All the tables there were tiny–about 12″ diameter. So now the vultures come swooping in one after another. To their surprise, I spoke Spanish with a slight American & Chinese accent (I only speak Spanish when I drink). I spoke it well enough entertain them and make them all laugh. I told them I had a Mexican girlfriend who was crazy. And they all gave me the same response. “Where? I don’t see her here tonight.” One girl’s response was “Oh really? And how are Chinese girls? Are they crazy too?” Which I laughed and told her that Chinese women will throw anything thats near them when they are pissed off with their boyfriends.

One by one, I sent them all away politely. Somehow I added more fuel to the fire. The houndings came especially fierce amongst three girls in particular. I suspect there was a bet too see which of them could land me after the crazy Mexican girlfriend excuse. Now, I am not usually a bad guy and won’t slap women’s hands on the first offense, but after the second, I turn kind of mean (like pimp mean). Hence the girls were now calling me Pappi Chulo — which literally translates to Pimp Daddy in the King’s Spanish but means hot stud in Mexican Spanish. I learn a new word everytime I go down there. Chula means pleasant, but didn’t understand the colloquial term for Chulo until after I got home. What was odd was that these girls seemed to have a rule, one girl works the table at a time. But these three were persistent. Two of them sat the table, while the other was grinding me from behind or beside.

I called the madam over because of my suspicious nature with the three. One of the girls was on something. Girls in this line of work do not have real smiles. But she was having a good time. To my surprise, none of them asked me to buy them a drink. Another thought that grossed me out was the fact that I had 12 beers and these women still want to have sex with me–even if it’s for money. I get grossed out at the smell of booze when my past girlfriends/lovers get drunk. However, this problem is easily solved by adding a few drinks to my inventory.

Darren finally arrived from his “massage” and so we split. We went to Le Stats, a 24/7 coffee shop that I used to frequent because it was near where I used to live.

That place was pretty nasty, but if you drink high quality in volume, then this place makes sense to go visit again. Attention always finds me when I want to be discreet. I seem to find the opposite of what I want when I go out.

I decided to blog my take on intimacy on the first date after reading a bit on Jen’s blog. My best relationships were formed by quick intimacy. In the defense of these women, they have known me previously from mutual friend’s parties, former roommates, girls I’ve known from various bars and clubs, online chats for several months, and etc. So they weren’t complete strangers on the first date.

I never expect intimacy on the first date, but when it happens, it opens me up to a whole new level of trust. It allows me to put everything on the table — well almost everything (except for information like on how pretty or ugly my ex was/is). Early intimacy accelerates the development of trust in a relationship. The secrets that men want to hide can come out instead of harboring them in the back of our minds. Some men will keep secrets hidden because he has hid them for so long he doesn’t feel the courage or need to tell you his secret after investing 6 or 7 dates into a woman. So he keeps those secrets locked.

Early intimacy can also drop a couple’s guard very quickly and make their representatives disappear. It makes the couple more natural. My patience for that woman increases exponentially immediately. There are times when I might not have made it to the 6th date without that early trust.

I know plenty of men that will leave women after sex on 1 date or 10 dates. The worst guys are the ones that will stick it out until the 1oth date to make his investment pay off. Now it turns into a game of revenge for them. These guys practically hate the woman they are dating. Better to sleep with a deserter early while you have nothing vested than say … 10 dates worth of emotions when he bails on you.

And there are many easy signs of it. Women don’t see it on radar as easy as men. “Prettier than you Deserve” rule. A girl will date a man that is beyond her attractiveness and be none-the-wiser. Men automatically have a red flag up when it happens. It’s like when a woman gets bought a drink at a bar for doing nothing, it’s not unusual. But when a man gets bought a drink for doing nothing, we get suspicious. It’s the same way when men date a woman thats prettier than he deserves. Also remember the 5/95 rule. Playboy magazine has a theory that 5% of the single and available men sleep with 95% of the single and available women. If you know this guy is in the top 5%, better be sure that you have the character and looks to match for him to stay. If you keep those two rules in mind, it should weed out most the deserters. These are the principles I would teach my daughter (if I had one) about men. I wouldn’t teach her about how many dates she should hold out on.

I am pretty seasoned in some of the rules since I have lived with a few women in my past lives. I had a new roommate move in about 3 weeks ago. She is a 21 year old girl that is going to school nearby. I didn’t want her to move in preferring to wait for another male roommate. I got overruled as things go.

She was the perfect roommate for the last 3 weeks. Never home, and always at her boyfriends house about a block away. Somehow her underwear shows up in my laundry stack on the side of my bed or off the edge of my bed. I am not sure the exact location because I leave a stack of laundry on my bed for days sometimes and just sleep on the other side of the bed when I get lazy. So sometimes I knock some laundry off to the side of my bed. It was on the side of the bed where I found them with a couple of clean socks alongside.

My first thought was oh shit! I must have gotten them mixed with my laundry. But something wasn’t right. I found them because of her perfume scented on them which tells me it wasn’t from the laundry.

Or maybe I grabbed them by accident while she accidentally left them in the bathroom. I am pretty sure I would have noticed chicks panties left in the bathroom however.

My next thought, “That bitch had sex on my bed! GOD DAMN WHORE!” But wait, I had all my clothes on the side of the bed which means that it wasn’t easy for them to do so without me noticing. My pillows and sheets didn’t have any foreign scents (her perfume or her boyfriend’s cologne) or any fluids. So I ruled that out.

Or she placed them there? I immediately ruled that out. I am pimp, but chicks don’t throw their underwear into my room–at least not chicks that I haven’t slept with. And yes for some reason I have have found an assortment of female under garments over the years which I have NO FUCKING clue whom they belong too and just end up throwing them away. Yes, I’ve had magic underwear show up in my room before on more than one occasion. This was different because I knew who they belonged too, and they weren’t mixed in with my laundry.

To save the both of us from a VERY fucked up moment, I decided to put them into the dryer and pretend nothing happened. The next day, I washed EVERYTHING on my bed. I washed the sheets, cases, pillows, blanket, and even my poor cat. So what do I find in the dryer when I go to wash my sheets? Yup, another pair of underwear. Only this time it was a different pair. Ok, that’s cute. This time I opened the door to her room (which I NEVER done before) and dropped them into her laundry basket with her other washed clothes.

My female coworkers asked me if the underwear was nice. I told them it was one of the nicer ones I’ve seen. Now they are completely convinced that this girl is going to sneak into my room for some mattress dancing. Their theory was that if she was going to show it on purpose, she will show her nicer stuff. Makes sense, but I am not completely sold on that yet.

I am going to play dumb in the mean time. I am going to pretend that none of this happened. That means no more topless ironing for me to provoke an already delicate situation. My guess is that she is testing the water in case she bails her beau. I couldn’t make this shit up even if I wanted too. I used to make jokes about stuff like this in my twenties. “When I sing Careless Whisper. It’s over. Female underwear just magically appear in my room from no where when I do that.”

Welcome to the world of Sean for those of you who are new to the stories in my colorful life. More to come later.

I was on an extremely tight schedule in the OC when I dropped off at Carls Jr. to grab a very fast bite. I noticed a girl there with a tanned wool blouse. She seemed to be wearing a dark blue bra underneath which caught my attention. At first, I thought it very kitsch or in poor taste. After examining her waistline, below the blouse revealed a dark blue baby doll thingy which came about 4 inches past the trim of her blouse. Now, that is very sexy!

Normally, I don’t notice these things (especially with only 3 minutes to eat until I had to make my presentation) in women I don’t know. But she caught my eye standing in front of me while I was inhaling my burger. Medium length wavy hair, with an hour glass figure. She had that look that you couldn’t make out if she was Greek, Hispanic, Arabic, or what. I wanted to give her props, but I didn’t have time to spare. I had my French cuffs rolled up, Talbot tie propped up to my shoulders, and my elbow resting on napkins. I wasn’t exactly very cool looking at that moment. Only thing that could have made me even more nerdy was a bib hung around my chest.

If I didn’t already look like a clown in the Carls Jr. in Irvine off of MacArthur, I had to freshen up with some mouthwash outside in the parking lot. I kept my mouthwash in a flask in my briefcase which was in my truck. So women were driving past me ( and pointing at me) in the parking lot watching me tidy up and taking a hit from my flask. There is nothing you can say to that visual to anyone passing by and watching you take a swig from a flask.

Attention always manages to find its way to me, even though I am a discreet person by nature.

I thought of a very interesting story that happened to me years ago after reading Jennifer’s blog.

I was flirting with a girl at a bar (it’s always a bar that these things happen me) who seemed to be the center of attention in the smoking area. The smoking area is massive at this place. Even people who don’t smoke go there to hangout. It’s like a party every Saturday in the smoking area of this bar/club/cesspool. After much innocuous flirting, the topic of why don’t men shave down low came up. As a shaver, I definitely defended the rest of us and proved to her that I could find at least 3 men in the smoking area that shaved. And if I was right, she had to buy me some Remy or Courvoisier. Was I wrong, I would do the lewdest, nastiest, raunchiest dance with the fattest woman in the club or bar. She took the sucker bet. The first two were easy to spot. Him and him. Boom. “Raise your hand! You shave down low?!” I yelled out. “Yeah” was the reply from both. Those were easy because the top of their head was shaved with precision, so I knew they shaved down low also. The third guy took me about 45 seconds to find. His eyebrows were like a woman’s. His make up was pale and perfect in gothic fashion. Boom. “Number 3 raise your hand!” He took pride in his appearance. I wouldn’t be surprised if he worked at Lips as many show people frequently used to patron Sabbat on Saturdays at Shooterz when it was still around. Shooterz is still there, just Sabbat (gothic events) is no longer held there anymore. I got the drink and I got the phone number.

I have been working with a recruiter that is a very cold woman. She is shrewd and cold. But over the period of a few days I was able to soften her up and make her laugh. It is this skill and marked with great wit that I have been able to get so far in my career. I try to entertain the people I am being interviewed by to make myself relate to them.

Every company has a clown and/or an alternative thinker. This is the person that keeps you entertained while he/she is stealing your salad/sandwich. Yes, I am guilty of it.

Even the recruiter’s  colleague who had doubts called me up and wanted to speak to me about my resume. I won him over just like I won her over … just being myself. Charm isn’t about sex or looks. It’s about entertaining people’s minds and getting them to trust. I don’t think I was born with this skill. It might be a Darwin mechanism that made me adapt to succeed in communications or be unemployed, sexless, and ostracized.

I see a massive wedding ring on a man. That tells me his wife wants the world to know, HE IS A FAMILY MAN. So I will roll my virtues about getting married as the primary focus for success at work. I transition the discussion smoothly to something innocuous that I can make everyone laugh about after serious topic. “For a $50 donation, I can call my Hari Krshna friends and have them dance, sing, and annoy those guys picketing out front of your office.”

It’s very much like a date. If you do it right, you get a second date. Some people are better on paper, and some are better in person–like me. You want to engage your date into a 50/50 conversation being careful not to speak too much or not enough. And most importantly, you are using your judgment to size up the person to pass the test.

Remember to catch yourself from the obvious lies. For example, a woman will post on her dating site “I am easy person.” Then later she says when you text her or chat with her online “I am expensive.” If you tell the person you are an easy person, stick with that theme through out the interview. Sell it like you mean it. Don’t tell them you are ambitious if you are playing a simple person theme. It just won’t work. It’s kind of like when I get asked what I do for a living after I explain what happens in SEC complaints to someone. “I am a hot dog vendor,” I reply. It’s completely obvious that I am not who I say I am.

Just be yourself, but a more calculated self.

This was just recent and hit me enough to write about it.

I went to my favorite singing bar over the weekend. I meet all types there too. Beautiful, lesser beautiful, skinny, voluptuous, drunks, sober, aspiring singers… etc. It was packed, almost like the Alibi packed. My second favorite wingman, Jon (real name), and I had seats right by the entrance of the door up at the bar. It was the most coveted spot in the bar. There are always people who mistakenly sit down when we leave to smoke or piss. Majority of the time, 95% it’s usually women. That’s fine, because if I feel it, I’ll boot them off (politely of course) and try to let them sweet talk me out of my seat. Theres a group to Jon’s right. Late twenties most likely, with maybe one possibly being early thirties. NOT FEEL’IN IT.

To our right was a couple of ladies in their thirties or mid thirties. Not nearly as attractive but needing help desperately as there was a 50 or 60 year old ass drunk man (who probably hasn’t showered in a few days) pestering and putting his arms around Arizona. She was freaking out. So I let her take my seat and gave her instructions. I put myself between her and the creep and gave her instructions to act my like girlfriend, which I hoped she enjoyed. I dunno, but she played the part without reservation and the creep was gone. So I did it for a good cause. That act of chivalry got us another round of drinks on the girls. I was drinking soda by then :-(. But they didn’t leave the seats after the drinks arrived. So I took it as a sign as one of the two girls was interested in one of us. Arizona was in town for her best friend’s birthday, the divorce attorney (TDA). I nicknamed them those names because I never got their real names. So I decided to be extra nice, charming, and funny to get TDA to have a good time because it was her day to celebrate. “All rules out the door tonight counsel. It’s your birthday!” But still she wouldn’t dance with me. “If it’s me I will understand.” But I think it wasn’t, because they were still in our seats. As I danced with Arizona, I told her that you can tell your friend “Counsel may approach the bench” as I tapped my chest while we were dancing. That sparked a good laugh with her. I went back to chat with TDA. “Why do you have to be so cold? Just dance with me one time.” So I tried to entertain TDA about what she thought she knew about corporations and SEC. When she asked what I did for a living, I told her I was a hot dog vendor. When you take a very skilled person outside of their trade, they become just like anyone else. But unlike everyone else, I’ve noticed that Ph.D’s, M.D.’s, and JD’s love to be experts in all fields–which is why I have rules in place to protect myself from these people. For some reason I ignored those rules. Finally, they left our seats.

I don’t know why it bothered me so much to write about it. Is it because I saved Arizona from the creep, but I couldn’t save TDA from her unhappiness? It was her birthday, yet I didn’t see her smile one time. Not even a fake smile. I think it was a combination of her coarse attitude and my failure that makes it still ring in my head. I went 95% of the way to help her have a good time, but she wouldn’t come 5% to help herself.

There are times when I am no longer the gentleman from the 20’s anymore. I don’t know if it is because I am have grown a backbone against women with no tact or that I am just less patient with age. I think it’s the latter of the two.

I recall a few years past that I met a woman from Friendster named Minnie (not real name or maybe it is … ). We decided to meet up at for dinner at a nice restaurant. The small talk started with questions about her son, which can tell you much of what you want to know about a woman. Myself raised by a single mom for most of my life, and many of my male friends as well, had an idea of what to look for given her answers. “Is she looking for a daddy for her son? Is she looking for a sugar daddy for herself and her son?” are all the things that men want to know immediately on a first date with a single mom. We have to watch out for ourselves because we too get attached to children. And sometimes when we do …. bam! That woman that was once amazingly awesome, is now someone completely different! I ask these things because I am generally curious on how single women manage their time, how they respond to personal answers about their family, and a bit of envy.

The evening progressed well with nice conversation about your average date questions. We laughed a bit as I entertained her with some funny ideas and some semi serious chats. Then out of no where, she pops up with a serious look on her face, “You know, I am not easy.” WTF?! Where the F* did this come from?! I can understand that if I was staring at her boobs all night or something of a disrespectful nature. But I’ve done nothing of that nature. So I remember getting pissed off, but I kept chewing my steak in stride without breaking rhythm as I looked up. I told her “That’s ok, because I’ve already had sex this morning. I was hoping that you had something more to offer. But I guess I was wrong.” Minnie leaned back and stared at me in shock. I motioned for the waiter which he thought something was wrong with my food since I only had three bites. I asked for the check. We just stared at each other without words. Only contempt remained in our eyes. I thought for sure she was going to throw her lobster at me. I even gave her a smirk to dare her to make a scene. I paid my meal (and tip) and left her lobster and wine on her. Then I high tailed out of there like a man running from the law.

The whole event lasted about 40 minutes. The time that she made the comment to the time I hit the door … about 3 LOOOOONG minutes. This rat (1972 Rat Birth Year) was definitely leaving the ship before it sank.

I have started transferring my writings from other places and started to put them here on wordpress to centralize all my writings.

I guess heaven finally felt sorry for me and decided to set me up with a decent date for a change. I have been giving them plenty of laughs over the last four months since I have started dating again after being out of the game for two and a half years.

We met at a 24 hour diner a couple weeks previously at 3:00 am. She was sitting in the booth behind us and started engaging us in conversation when we got our food. After a couple of weeks of playing hard to get (it’s a chick thing, they never say yes the first time), we decided to play our hand at fine dining French style.

I made sure to arrive a little bit earlier and waited up front. Heidi (not real name, but appropriately pen named) was nicely dressed in a white dinner dress and heals. I didn’t remember her being that attractive. I was drunk & starving, it was 3am going on 4am, and it was three weeks of memory lapse. She was absolutely beautiful when she came out of the car. Heidi even smelled beautiful (Dazzling Silver). I walked around to help her out as the valet opened the door. I even got the thumbs up from the valet which brought out a chuckle.

All the patrons stared at us the moment we walked past the door. All the female patrons would gawk at her and then size me up as we past their tables. All I could do was give a smirk and a quick wink to the ladies to acknowledge to them that she was definitely prettier than a deserve. All conversations stopped as we walked past. Even the men had to gawk with their mistress, wife, or girlfriend, beside them. It was very entertaining to walk through the restaurant like that. Only thing I could do was give a smirk and a wink to the women sizing me up as we walked past.

I’ve seen this before when I was together with Dr. Cindy (not real name but amazingly similar) except she could capture the looks on all the women, but not quite more than half the men. The type that I guess was deemed more attractive to women. I’ve seen those looks on more than several occasions whenever we went out. It didn’t even bother me anymore after a couple dates to get used to it. So needless to say, I wasn’t bothered by the looks at all after 10 seconds of realizing.

Dinner went well. We didn’t seem to have the same goals or have much in common. She liked nice things that was glamorous and glittered to go with her looks. Theres nothing wrong with that. It just wasn’t where I saw value. Some men love to dress up their women with amazing things. I prefer to take my women to amazing places and let her buy the amazing things in the Champs Elysees or Hong Kong. That sparked a twinkle in her eye when I made that comparison. “Any monkey with money can buy you the world. It takes a special man to show you the world and share it with you,” were my last serious words.

The night ended OK. As the valet pulled up her car, I signaled to her to come here with my index finger (the type that daddy gives to his little girl when she screws up). She was nervous either because she didn’t want to kiss me or wasn’t expecting it. She closed her eyes ready for the kiss, when I threw her for a loop. I kissed her on the forehead, gave her a hug (hug of death–you are nice, but you won’t be hearing from me again), and bid her good night. I didn’t promise to call her because it just didn’t work out that way. But I did smell like Dazzling Silver when I went home that night.

Normally I send flowers a day or two after the date, but felt that we were too different people with different roads. We had our moment at the 24 hour diner and left it at that.

I arranged to meet a woman that I had met online on “dating site” at a mutual karaoke bar halfway between us. As added insurance we both brought our most trusted friend with us.

Early in the night, things were going very smoothly. We exchanged pleasantries, had some drinks and danced a few times. Lori (not real name) seemed be a party girl with a very fun attitude. We caressed, whispered in each other’s ears, laughed at some of the goofy people singing and dancing. I was thinking she has all the makings of future girlfriend material.

Her best friend Stacey (not sure if that is real name—basically don’t remember), announced that she was an alcoholic as I kept buying endless drinks. When I started limiting the drinks, Lori’s emotions started getting cold on me. She started treating me like a complete stranger. This previously incredibly fun woman now wouldn’t dance with me, talk to me, or look my way. Worse, she started flirting when all the most uncomely guys in the bar. I decided that I wouldn’t let it get to me and just behaved.

Lori and I never said our goodbyes that night. I was completely OK with that. But Stacey told me that Lori planned on driving both of them home when they were insanely over the legal limit. “She has done this a million times… blah, blah, blah.” There was nothing I could say to stop them. I would have offered them money for a cab, but decided that I can’t save all the women that want too.

The middle eastern countries have the largest reserves. Their reserves make up more than 70% of the world’s oil reserves–Saudi Arabia being the plurality at 25% of the world’s total. How the system works. The free market for oil is sold in various commodity exchanges around the world by various buyers around the world. These buyers are oil and gas companies and speculators. The prices are determined by anything that affects supply. and demand.

Most of these so called experts are usually brokers. For example Yahoo! likes to use guys from Alaron (I don’t recall his name). I have friends that trade there, and the brokers there are far from wealthy. If they were rich, they wouldn’t be on the phones taking orders on our piddly thousand dollar options. His broker even asked him for advice.

Then there are the guys from the trillion dollar banks with their Harvard and Oxford degrees. You can usually tell what school they are from by the color ties they wear on their CNN interviews. There have been studies showing that a monkey and high school students actually outperformed these experts in picking stocks. Just once, I’d love to see the interviewer ask that guy, “So how many contracts are you personally holding in crude right now?”

Find credible sources. When I buy corn contracts, I look to see who is the major player in corn. I don’t ask a farmer, instead I look at Monsanto (ticker MON). These are the guys that sell the seeds to the farmers. Monsanto recently announced a joint venture with another company to develop low cost corn seeds for biofuels. That tells me corn will stay high for awhile.

So who is the expert in oil? Well, theres the Royal Family of Saudi Arabia and Kuwait. But these guys aren’t likely to go on CNN to tell you. The prices are based on politics, climate, war, and shortages. So technically, no one can predict all these things. But if you happen to have a friend who works for Schlumberger and plays crude market successfully, then I think such a person would be able to be called an expert in oil prices.  Look for someone who works in oil, and made his fortune in oil. These are the guys you want. J.P. Getty didn’t make his fortune listening to these experts. J.P. Getty had an Oxford degree by the way (but he worked in oil and made a few bucks at it).

So next time you hear about how the White House is controlling the price of oil. You know they are smoking crack. They might be able to curb the price of gasoline in the U.S. by releasing the federal gas reserves just before elections, but they can’t curb the price of oil on the world market. Last I checked, the U.S. wasn’t rich enough to buy or sell all of the world’s supply of oil to dictate the prices.

Why is America so despised by the Islamic extremists? I’ve asked countless times of myself how a growing group are willing snuff their lives for a message. The answer is simple. It’s about Palestine. It’s about chateau real.

You hear Palestine on the news all the time. Palestine isn’t a neighbor of Israel. Rather it was taken over by Israel. Most of the territory of Israel was once Palestine.

The British negotiated a deal in World War I with the bedouin tribes for their assistance against the Ottoman Empire in exchange for sovereignty. Palestine welcomed the Jews with open arms. After the second war, they came flooding in since they were not welcomed in Europe. America opened its doors only to have the leading Jewish members shut the door, fearing that Jews would prefer America over their holy land. The British relenquished their control of the Middle East to America. The unofficial hebrew government used scare tactics and terrorist activities to scare away the Palestinians. The bedouins didn’t come up with these tactics. They were taught these tactics from their guests.

America supports Israel. Our government knows what is happening over there and we just let it happen. We also give Israel $1 million per day military aid. Now we control Iraq with a puppet government with our eyes on Iran. You think they are mad? American government gets pissed if we have a trade embalance, let alone let outsiders take over our country or neighboring countries by force.

Aren’t the Bedouins from the Jews? The Bedouins have been documented (by science) of existing in Jericho over 10,000 years ago. Abraham existed 4,000 years ago. Which is older? Bedouins coming from Abraham is mathematically impossible. If anything, Jews came from the Bedouins. Also the idea of Mohammed being a late offspring to Abraham is unfounded, nor accepted in any parts of the world except in America and Israel.

This also leads to another myth that the Jews were there before the Palestinians and are reclaiming their country. Thats also mathematically impossible as Palestinians date back over 10,000 years in Palestine! Once again, Abraham dates back 4,000 years.

The semites aren’t afraid of war. They have been mowed down by the Greeks, Romans, Turks, Christians, Mongolians, and the Huns (mixed Chinese and Mongols). Fighting comes second nature to them. They are old and proud. I don’t expect a resolution without genocide.

Although many of my friends are Jews and Muslim (and I love them dearly), I share no love for the Jewish government of Israel or the Palestinian agenda.

The Mosad is awesome. Please remain to be awesome by not assasinating me or my family.