ER!C L!VE
Master Don Juan
I'm experimenting with a new "About Me" on Myspace.
So far, it's generated some positive responses from girls. Now that I changed it to follow Mystery's 'Building an Identity' model, the girls have more receptive to both my comments and emails!
EDIT: I believe this is effective for the older career oriented person to give him an interesting identity. It sure beats the typical response to a females inquiry as to what type of work you do. Try this instead of, "I'm a Computer Engineer" or "I'm an Insurance Agent".
It's intentionally longer than fvck and it's my own personal story.
About Me:
When I was young I wanted to be a businessman. I got my first taste of buying low and selling high with the purchase of an Apple IIe computer. I bought it for $500 and sold it a few months later for $750. $250 profit! What you have to understand is that I was a 12-year-old kid working every day delivering newspapers to earn a whopping $39 per week. That $250 profit represented over 6 weeks of hard work! In my eyes I had just made $250 in one day! Sales then became my drug of choice.
The first time I failed miserably in business was when I moved to California. I had just dropped out of college and figured I had all the knowledge I needed to succeed. I was wrong. I ended up selling fake Rolex watches and fake Oakley sunglasses in front of Mann's Chinese Theater in Hollywood for a year. I lived day-to-day and was on welfare for months. Basically, I lived in a hotel in ****ty-ass Downtown LA, lost just about all my friends, hadn't talked with my family for a year (my family filed a missing person report on me), and drank every day.
After a year of hell, I had successfully thrashed my credit, racked up over $12k of debt, and had arrest warrants issued to me for unpaid tickets. I was a typical loser. I always knew I had a safety net - my parents. So, I called my Mom to bail me out. I had her western union me $80 for a one-way ticket to Arizona on a Greyhound Bus and left the same day.
Coming back to Arizona with my tail between my legs was embarassing. I was so ashamed of myself for working a minimum wage job and living with my parents at age 24. I knew I would get out of the nightmare I was living, but it would take time.
Eventually, I got a job as an insurance telemarketer. I gradually worked my way up the ladder, was promoted a few times, paid off my tickets and debts, fixed my credit, went back to college, graduated with a BS in Business Administration, bought a home and am living the life that I knew I would attain.
Currently, I'm building a home with one my closest friends and business partner in NE Scottsdale, own rental properties in Utah and am having a condo built at Desert Ridge. I will cash out of the homes in the next three years and use the profits to invest in my current passion, producing internet porn. My first internet project is Tenderz.Net. I assure you, I will create others.
In a nutshell, my weekdays are spent working hard. The evenings and weekends are when I play huuuuuurrrrrrrrrrd.
Cheers!
Eric
So far, it's generated some positive responses from girls. Now that I changed it to follow Mystery's 'Building an Identity' model, the girls have more receptive to both my comments and emails!
EDIT: I believe this is effective for the older career oriented person to give him an interesting identity. It sure beats the typical response to a females inquiry as to what type of work you do. Try this instead of, "I'm a Computer Engineer" or "I'm an Insurance Agent".
It's intentionally longer than fvck and it's my own personal story.
About Me:
When I was young I wanted to be a businessman. I got my first taste of buying low and selling high with the purchase of an Apple IIe computer. I bought it for $500 and sold it a few months later for $750. $250 profit! What you have to understand is that I was a 12-year-old kid working every day delivering newspapers to earn a whopping $39 per week. That $250 profit represented over 6 weeks of hard work! In my eyes I had just made $250 in one day! Sales then became my drug of choice.
The first time I failed miserably in business was when I moved to California. I had just dropped out of college and figured I had all the knowledge I needed to succeed. I was wrong. I ended up selling fake Rolex watches and fake Oakley sunglasses in front of Mann's Chinese Theater in Hollywood for a year. I lived day-to-day and was on welfare for months. Basically, I lived in a hotel in ****ty-ass Downtown LA, lost just about all my friends, hadn't talked with my family for a year (my family filed a missing person report on me), and drank every day.
After a year of hell, I had successfully thrashed my credit, racked up over $12k of debt, and had arrest warrants issued to me for unpaid tickets. I was a typical loser. I always knew I had a safety net - my parents. So, I called my Mom to bail me out. I had her western union me $80 for a one-way ticket to Arizona on a Greyhound Bus and left the same day.
Coming back to Arizona with my tail between my legs was embarassing. I was so ashamed of myself for working a minimum wage job and living with my parents at age 24. I knew I would get out of the nightmare I was living, but it would take time.
Eventually, I got a job as an insurance telemarketer. I gradually worked my way up the ladder, was promoted a few times, paid off my tickets and debts, fixed my credit, went back to college, graduated with a BS in Business Administration, bought a home and am living the life that I knew I would attain.
Currently, I'm building a home with one my closest friends and business partner in NE Scottsdale, own rental properties in Utah and am having a condo built at Desert Ridge. I will cash out of the homes in the next three years and use the profits to invest in my current passion, producing internet porn. My first internet project is Tenderz.Net. I assure you, I will create others.
In a nutshell, my weekdays are spent working hard. The evenings and weekends are when I play huuuuuurrrrrrrrrrd.
Cheers!
Eric
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