By Gorgeous, intelligent and wealthy yet still unhappily married man looking for love.
I guess it happens to all of us at some point in our life, the thrill, the excitement, the romance in our relationship wanes. We find ourselves left with only the countless billions we amassed running a highly successful call-girl service.
What is money and sex without love?
When I married Candy, shortly after my term at Harvard we really didn’t know what lay ahead of us. We were young and in love. She admired me for my great looks and I admired her for her fake boobs. It was truly a match made in heaven.
When we met we were both aspiring actors. We did a few stints as doubles, with me looking like Pierce Brosnan and her like Pamela Anderson, we were able to pay the bills, but we wanted more.
One night my brother and his wife were over, having dinner and drinks. It wasn’t long before we were all talking about how we could make some “real” money. That’s when we came up with the idea of a call-girl service. Our wives readily agreed and even volunteered to help out in order to keep the overhead down.
That would turn out to be the beginning of the end.
I guess with our wives working such long hours, dinners with clients every night and burning the midnight oil…we drifted apart. It wasn’t long before I started looking at her in a different light. This woman lying beside me wasn’t the same one that I married, I even had my suspicions that she might be sleeping around…
I continued to invest our earnings into high profit investments (Tim Horton’s) and we continued to climb the ladder of success, but our relationship was over.
I ended up having an affair with the Cleveland agency…all of them. I woke up in the morning and I felt ill. I looked around at the young women littering the room like Halloween candy wrappers on the first of November and I wondered…how could I have sunk this low?
Was this really the way I wanted to spend my life? Stinking rich and surrounded by countless wanton women? …. Was it? …. well..yes!!
Regardless of what I felt I wanted (Down boy!!) I knew that this lifestyle would lead me to an early grave.
The problem I figured was my life had been TOO much fun. Too much money, sex and having anything I desired delivered to me on a silver platter. This had to end right now, but how?
That’s when one of the girls introduced me to Plentyoffish. She said she found a number of clients from here so I thought, what the heck?
So here I am. I am a 40-something Pierce Brosnan look-alike. I have at net worth of 4.6 billion at last count. I have a Harvard education. Just like most of you, all I really want is someone to love me. I am tired of the money, sex and fake breasts.
I want an middle-aged, average looking housewife to complete me. Maybe someone who dropped out of school in grade 9, got pregnant and has been working hard to make something of her life since. I know that the years may not have been kind to you but I don’t care. I will give you all of my money and you can be seen around town on the arm of a great looking guy that is so tired of great sex won’t even ask for a bj…ever.
So how about it?
Any run-of-the-mill ladies out there willing to take me up on my offer? Pleease!!
As you know, something that sounds too good to be true, usually is. There is one small problem but I hope that our “love” can help us overcome this obstacle. I mentioned I was rich BUT I will have to give half of the fortune to Candy once the divorce is final. I should be left with a humble 2 billion. If that is not a deal-breaker for you…please say hello.
I’m waiting….
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