The American Dream
Well, here I am in this big city, living The American Dream. I’m fifty-four years old, fairly good looking, especially for my age, driving a late model SUV and have very nice apartments in three other metropolitan cities in North America. A typical day for me begins approximately 6AM with a cup of my favorite Blackberry Tea and my day-timer, followed by an hour of phone calls to the states in other time zones. I especially have to communicate with people in Seattle, Las Vegas, Texas and Mississippi. Georgia is coming along well now and I may need to check there also.
Next, I will pamper myself and prepare to challenge the world! I have several appointments for this morning and plans for a long lunch with an old friend who I haven’t seen in six months. Won’t he be surprised? Lunch will be at the most popular restaurant in town. Of course, I will pick up the tab. This will start him thinking. His curiosity will inevitably lead to that question: “What are you into these days? Still working at the same place?” It really makes me feel good to know that what I’m about to say will really benefit him.
After lunch I will prepare my notes and review my schedule for the rest of the date. Since I plan on going out tonight, I must remember to have the H2 washed and waxed. Yesterday, I bought eight new CDs I’ve been meaning to get ever since I moved here three months ago.
This afternoon, I plan to go to a couple of clubs that are known for the quality of their Happy Hour. Both places cater to people, of above-average means, that seem to say: “Yes, I earn a comfortable income and can live above the necessities: (food, clothing, shelter and transportation)”. Places like these are where I really like doing what I do. Usually, when I go to an establishment like these, I find they are really crowded with some of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen. The men show me what competition I have. The young ones are flashing their signs of success, showing confidence in their achievements. I see $800 suits on wells sculptured physiques, modest but expensive accessories. Well-polished $500 shoes and little leather business card holders… networking, you know.
The ladies, on the other hand, really bring out the best in me. Why just while driving to the club, I know I will be spotted three or four times. Heads certainly will turn. The ladies will be appropriately attired, (sexy but business), exhibiting restrained exuberance, with their eyes on the prize. Some lucky guy will answer most of the questions right and that’s All She Wrote!
Now me, some lucky lady will ask that inevitable question, “So what do you do?” Now the fun begins. “Well, I own my own business. It covers six states and allows me to travel a lot. It requires me to have residences in several states. I enjoy working for myself”. And she asked, “well what do you actually do? I make money. Last year I made three of my employees quite wealthy. I get great pleasure out of that.
It is exciting to see how they react to me. The attention is great! I usually have my choice of the real prizes of the evening. The best part is that I know I am really the lucky one. I get to socialize wine and dine the most attractive women and spend my money generously every night. The people of my choosing will be rewarded beyond their wildest dreams. I will show them how to live the American Dream.
“To own your own business, achieve financial security, and do all the things you always wanted to do”.
I have room in my business for a few good people. How about you? Want to work with me?
Only Dreamers need apply
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