Just a man speaking to a woman... that's all that matters in the end.

When I was in college, I vividly remember telling my mom about the newest girl I was dating. A rich, socialite whose father was the graduate dean of UVA (Usually tied with Berkeley as the number 1 public college in the nation), although he made most of his money as an advisor to international banks.

My mom told me it was never going to work, because wealthy women like that didn't date men like me. You see, we grew up really poor.... really really fucking poor and she had never been lacking in anything her entire life. I had never heard of a family having a money jar... so you could just grab cash whenever you needed it. This was a few years before debit cards became popular... so forgive me for aging myself. My mom had a long talk with me about this... about how she was destined to break my heart.

The next weekend, I found out her parents had a similar talk with her... with her dead saying I was a 'nice guy of questionable pedigree.' All of this seemed to orbit around us, but made little difference during our relationship. Her family bought me nice rooms at the Ritz, and invited/paid for me to go on vacation with them to locations far beyond my means. It was just a thing that was happening... and if anything it almost made me more distant from her at times.

In the end I broke her heart, not once but multiple times. She found out I cheated on her with four different women within a period of two weeks... and then she forgave me. Being an AFC, I couldn't respect a woman who would forgive that sort of thing so I broke up with her, and started dating one of the girls I had an affair with. She still calls, now that she has found me on facebook... and we talk once every week or two. MFIC... this is the one you talked to in your car by PI.

The girl I dated next was far different then she was.. lacking any material comfort or home stability. The surprising thing was the relationship operated almost identically.. none of it really mattered. All that mattered... all that ever matters is that when we were together nothing else mattered.

I used to compare myself to each girl's X's with an inward wince, most of the time. Guys with near perfect bodies, from high society seem to be the norm. In the end... it never seems to matter. My last gf had the choice between an Italian bodybuilder/banker from New York with a house in Miami.. not to mention others, a young socialite whose parents own controlling stake in the hospital and has the most expensive vehicle collection I've seen, and your friend.

None of that really mattered. Why? Because in the end all that matters is just one man and one woman.

Woman like to talk about their modeling, career acheivements, wealth, and even recently being on an Olympic team like AFC's like to talk about their cars, careers, wealth and even how much they can spend at a club in one night.

In fact when I hear a woman talk about such things, I get an inward smile as a flash goes through my head... qualifying. When does this stuff matter more? When she's aware that you're insecure around her, when you get intimidated and start asking about what she does in a way that shows you're amazed.

Note... I talk to them about modeling all the time.. "do you do runway or catalog modeling... because you seem like your built more for runway..." here I'm giving an honest compliment while subcommunicating that I know about modeling and have known models in the past. An AFC would place value here by saying stuff like oh really... what magazines are you in, have you ever posed nude, is there a such thing as a casting couch, etc.

The point is getting past all of the BS that doesn't matter... getting her isolated where you can pump BT with increased social pressure kicking in. What I've found to be most helpful in accomplishing this is only agreeing to day 2 her alone if you haven't already slept with her, treating her like very other girl you've dated, continually being non reactive or reframing her qualifying, and remember that you're just a man, and she's just a woman.

Her emotions control her, not her logic... and emotions don't have much place for status, beyond an provider switch or two left on flipped.

Libido

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