Just found this posted over the web. Don’t know if it’s true but I do hope so. I liked the guy’s answer. Hope the girl asking learns a thing or two.
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A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum: Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy? I’m going to be honest of what I’m going to say here. I’m 25 this year. I’m very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above. You might say that I’m greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York My requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married? I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you? Among those I’ve dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit. If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York CityGarden(? ), $250k annual income is not enough.
I’m here humbly to ask a few questions: 1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym) 2) Which age group should I target? 3) Why most wives of the riches is only average-looking? I’ve met a few girls who doesn’t have looks & are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys 4) How do you decide who can be your wife, & who can only be your girlfriend? (my target now is to get married)
Ms. Pretty
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Awesome reply:
Dear Ms. Pretty,
I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours. Please allow me to analyse your situation as a professional investor. My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I’m not wasting time here. From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you. The answer is very simple, so let me explain. Put the details aside, what you’re trying to do is an exchange of “beauty” and “money”: Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square. However, there’s a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason. The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can’t be prettier year after year. Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It’s not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will be much worried 10 years later.
By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a “trading position”. If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term - same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or “leased”. Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but will not marry you. I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income.. This has better chance than finding a rich fool.
Hope this reply helps. If you are interested in “leasing” services, do contact me…
signed,
CEO J.P. Morgan
As most of my friends know, I’m not really the cheesy type and I almost never do narrative posts that might border into that category. But since quite a few have been asking me to tell the story and I do want to share this moment with the people I love, I figured, what they hey, it’s actually worth it.
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It was my birthday. I was told to park my car because his driver was already waiting for me. I was also told not to ask any questions “kung ayaw mong masaktan.” When I got in the car, his driver handed me a key card. I asked what this was for but he merely shrugged his shoulders as if he didn’t know anything but his knowing smile and twinkling eyes denied his innocence. I decided to go along with the scheme and kept quiet. Anyway, I was quite occupied with text messages and phone calls from friends who wanted to greet me and catch up since I have been the busy bee the past few months and have missed out on so many things.
I ended up in a hotel with his driver bidding me a quick “Happy Birthday Ma’am.” Riding the elevator, I was already smiling thinking that this was probably one of the many “gimiks” that he was so fond of doing on special occasions. Room 1602, I opened the door using the key card. As soon as I opened the door, I heard the song —- “I, remember so well, the day that you came into my life…” And naturally, even if I can only see the silhouette, I knew who was singing. It was as if my feet were nailed to the floor and I just stood there. I didn’t even bother to fully go inside the room nor close the door behind me until after the first song when he opened the lights. This was when I saw the floor filled with white balloons and the room had these red hearts hanging all over the place and of course, my guy wearing a full suit complete with shiny black leather shoes —- no sneakers!
I was told to “listen to the lyrics” because apparently, that was what he wanted to tell me. I even joked that he probably just wanted to sing just like they did in ASAP and just used my birthday as an excuse. He dove in to his 2nd song after coming up to me and giving me a hug and a kiss. As I listened to the 3rd song —- All My Life, he went up to me and as I was about to thank him for the birthday surprise, he launched into a litany of sweet words that I can’t really remember verbatim but in a gist, even me —- the supposed cerebrally apathetic, unemotional fool, had my toes curling. And then I remember him kneeling on one knee as he took out this box from his coat pocket and that was when he popped the question.
Moments like these definitely give me good reason to still believe in fairytales and happy endings. Game over :)
I don’t really expect much from Willie but people ought to know better. Nakakaawa.
A background ad finally done right.
Makes you think, do you really want people to be wailing and crying when you pass or do you want them to have a party and celebrate what a wonderful life you had? Honestly, I’d rather have the latter. It means that they have something good to celebrate.
Cheers Wyn!
A woman can do almost anything… For everything else, there are Boyfriends :)
Is it just me or is this kind of sad? Funny of course but still kind of sad. Ang hirap kumita ng pera. So glad I’m not an FA. the things they’re made to do these days. Taken away from their families and the chance for a normal life and a promising career path, made to be at the beck and call of the customers, and now, even forced to dance. Oh well, at least they’re paid a lot. At least, I hope they are.
nunanunanunanu
