I know so many women who are looking for "love" it's really fucking sad. Maybe I was just born to be a loner, but I couldn't imagine my life tied to one man. I enjoy the chase, the thrill, the hunt, and the game. I relish in the way men look at me when I enter the room and the way their wives and girlfriend grow insane with jealousy. For most women, they want a successful man to pamper them for life, for me, I want a herd of them to appreciate me for everything I know I am.
I hit up the casino last night, dressed to kill, and ready for fresh business man meat. Its like shooting fish in a barrel. I sit next to them at the tables and they can't take cash out fast enough. They scramble to be the man with the largest wad and I smile, knowing they are simply playing into my little games. I may dress like the gold digger next door, but their money is the last thing on my mind.
Don't get me wrong, I love when a man spends his hard earned money on me, but the real thrill is knowing how pissy their significant (or insignificant) other would be to know how quick their man was to spoil me. I eye their wedding bands and feel butterflies in my stomach. How far will he go to get me in bed? How deprived has this man been of attention? Will his guard go up as I stroke my smooth leg on his, or will he invite my touch with open arms? Its all a game.
After I land the highest roller, its time to seal the deal. This cocky fucking tool really thinks he has the upper-hand. I love the look of shock on their face when I don't ask for their number or even when they will be in town again. They spent all night trying to impress me with their "charm" only to be tossed out when I'm done playing. They practically chase me out of the room trying to find some sliver of hope they may fuck me again. Sorry, babe, I'm on to bigger and better game.
Happy Hunting.
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