The first time I went to Las Vegas, I was a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, twenty-one-year-old clown with an open heart and a pocket full of big faces. I brought a few hundred to gamble with and ended up profiting about 500 bucks.
The second time I went to Vegas with the sole intention of gambling, I turned over two grand into almost ten. When I first arrived in Atlanta as a student, the women I dated consisted of fellow college students. When I ventured into the workforce while attending school, my dating pool expanded to fellow working women, especially those in the airport and fast-food as I was. As my pockets, education, and I grew, my taste for women matured, expanding to doctors, lawyers, strippers, bottle girls, lash technicians, hairdressers, artists, and even twitter honeys.
What’s the correlation? It’s simple.
The women that you deal with are a direct reflection of the realm or bracket of life that you’re operating within. Of course, there are exceptions to the rule, but the aforementioned statement stands for the majority of cases. When I was a starving artist, I dealt with artistic women who were either struggling as creatives or attempting to balance imaginative and corporate lifestyles. When this blog was booming and I was extremely active in the Atlanta nightlife scene, I was knocking down social media honeys and bartenders faster than I could collect them. When I ventured into the film industry, I was smashing actresses and models.
I say all this to say, I now understand why rappers and ballplayers recycle the same 30 women.
So when you wonder why a baller isn’t with a nice, fine ass regular girl—it’s because she can’t contend.
One has to understand that the women who are 100% devoted to catching a baller are not new to the life, but true to it. I want you to sit back and think about your dream life. Think about all the sacrifices, determination, blood, sweat, and tears!
There are women out there who apply that same model to catching a rich nigga.
It’s hard for a regular girl on a paralegal salary to compete with an Instagram honey who’s on and off with an NBA player, selling flat tummy tea, feet pics, nudes, and wigs. The second girl can afford a tit job/ass shots, Gisuppe heels, an $800 closure, and thousand-dollar dress because she has six streams of income.
And she’s going to use those streams of income to invest in herself because she’s dedicated to her lifestyle.
Have you ever heard of a rich wife or kept woman complain about cheating if it wasn’t on TV, flat-out disrespectful or post-relationship? Think about it.
Once again, there may be exceptions to the rule, but for the most part, women in the rich nigga realm of life understand the rules to the game.
On media platforms, you never see another wealthy or kept woman responding or commenting on matters of a baller cheating, only commoners. The women actually in those circles have a different perspective and viewpoint. They understand that beautiful women are throwing themselves at these wealthy men every night, that they’re sought after and valuable. What they do, and I’m speaking from direct observation of wealthy friends and associates, is place responsibility on the Man. The other side of the coin is the wealthy man knowing that he cannot bring home an STD, outside child, or fall in love with one of these hoes without paying the TAX—which is usually child support.
That’s why you seldom hear a wealthy man complaining about paying child support, it’s usually the commoners providing perspective from the ground level. Bottom line, both parties UNDERSTOOD what they were getting into before they signed up.
No matter how pretty she is, it’s hard for a normal girl who doesn’t know anyone to get into a 10AK, PRIVE, or Chris Brown house party on a Saturday night. The women in those circles have the connections and means to be in those places.
The last time I was in LA, I went to three mansion parties, and I saw the same honey in three different outfits at each function. The women who are always around are much more likely to be chosen simply because of consistently being AROUND.
Now you have some perspective. The women in those circles have gone through a grind to get where they are, and I’m not one to knock anyone’s hustle. Beauty is a tool that we men are weak to, and that’s just facts. Some honeys chose the path of scamming, prostitution or being flat-out foul to get where they are—but now they’re shining, and that’s just the game.
From the We$t End With Love–