How to Get the Girl of your Dreams
How to Get the Girl of your Dreams
This week we are going to address an email that was sent to The G Manifesto:
“First of all, I wanted to say I love the G Manifesto, and I read it all the time. I really think it’s the best thing going out there and I really owe you a lot, Mr. Mason and I think you are the greatest. I hope one day to be the G that you are. Here is my problem: I have met the girl who I have waited all my life for and we are in love. She is beautiful, young, and very intelligent. She and I are madly in love. The bad part is that she is a mistress for a very rich married older man in town. He pays for everything for her and even bought her a condo. She wants to be with me but says the rich guy would never allow it. Please give me advice, how do I get the girl that I love? I know your extremely busy, but please help me! Pete”
First off, Pete, lets stop with all the flattery. I know where I am at, and I don’t need some guy telling me how great I am. And what do people think this is? An advice column? Ok, I actually will help you, Pete, by telling you a story of how I handled a similar situation when I was younger. I really liked this girl, “Bianca” (we will call her), who was a mistress to an extremely rich captain of industry. He was married to an unattractive women, had kids, and now that he was rich, I guess, he felt he could enjoy the “fruits of his labor” by keeping a young beautiful mistress. A timeless story. So pay attention, skippy, and listen to how to solve your problem, G Manifesto Style……….
The first move that I did was to pay a visit to this rich older guy, who we will call “Stanley”. The key to meeting the guy was to really tone down my whole act; no suits, no flash, seem very polite, resist any temptation to spark up a smoke in his office and appear very innocent. Believe me, this is not easy routine to pull for a guy like me. Stanley, appeared exactly how I imagined him, an older weakling rich guy corporate jerk that probably got to the top by stepping on everyone he met. I then proceeded to tell Stanley about how Bianca and I were in love and wanted to get married and raise a family (this was all part of the act, I did like the girl, but even when I was younger I had enough sense not to get married). I told him about how we appreciated all he had done for her; given her money, bought her clothes, bought her an apartment in the city, etc. But I told him that true love could not be denied and I just wanted to be up front with him.
Stanley did then exactly what I thought he would. He immediately called Bianca and asked her to verify everything I said. She very emotionally told him that we were in love and we wanted to be together. Stanley then took the “man to man” approach that I knew he would. Being a very successful business guy, who is used to getting his way, he started to interrogate me. He asked me, “What kind of background do I come from? What is my family like? How will I be able to support Bianca and give her a good life?” I told him that I came from a family of modest means but we had come on hard times and I had a little sister that needed a life saving surgery. I also said that I was trying to find work and my family would pull through. (Actually at the time I was doing really well financially through Amsterdam connections and I don’t even have a little sister).
Being a smart Business man, I knew Stanley would hone in on my financial “weakness”. He told me that he would help me with my family “crisis” if only I would stay away from Bianca forever. He said I was young and life would go on and he would give me a great opportunity to help my ailing sister. “How could you do that, sir?” I responded. Stanley said he would give me $30,000 cash if I would just walk away. I then put on the best poker face of my life up until that point, and acted hurt that love could be bought with money. I contemplated it long enough for him to up the “pay off” to $40,000 (keep in mind this was during the recession in the early 1990’s, today I would crack the guy for way more scratch). I acted hurt but took the freshly scribbled check for 40 G’s from Stanley and agreed I would stay away from Bianca.
My next step was to cash the check. Once the check cleared, I returned to Stanley’s office only this time with two of my childhood friends from the neighborhood that could put fear into almost anyone. Both of them started doing “collections” at age 16 and had been very ambitious ever since. I also changed the way I dressed when I entered his office. If I recall correctly, I was wearing a Black 3 button Kiton suit with Black Zegna shirt and a grey and Black Armani tie with a grey and black Canali pocket square. I mean, my suit alone could have knocked this guy out. I then proceeded to tell Stanley about how he needed to stay away from Bianca or my friends would take care of him even before his wife would find out. Stanley almost had a coronary. I could hardly feel bad for his misfortune.
As “luck” would have it, I got the apartment, the money, and the girl. Not bad for a Wednesday. As for Bianca and I? Ended up not working out. So Pete, let me know how it all turns out for you, The Rest is Up to You……………………
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
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