For whatever reason, the subject of love for money has been hot lately. We had the Craig’s List Gold Digger in November of 2007. And dozens of websites that hook rich dudes up to good-looking women have popped up. SeekingArrangement even has a method for confirming that a Sugar Daddy has the goods. No one has come up with a reasonable method to ensure that the women are hot, but what can you do? And a financial planner did a survey recently that concluded that the average American would marry for money (it’s just as easy to fall in love with a rich person as a poor one) and the necessary net wealth is only $1.5 million. That’s why we weren’t terribly surprised when we bumped into this article exploring the new-fangled approach to the world’s oldest profession.
So a writer from the ‘centrist’ publication Mother Jones decided to get to the bottom of this fabulous world of boning for bucks (though not as a prostitute). Before we get into her experience, TV shows, magazines, and films lead us to believe that at least 1 out of every 4 people you meet is actually an undercover cop, terrorist sleeper cell, or investigative journalist. Just be careful what you say to people, it could lead to you getting arrested, blown up, or mocked.
And after going on a preliminary date with a gentleman that is “four years my father's junior, a dumpy, pasty, greedy-eyed man in a gray suit who says he doesn't care to screw fat women because they're harder to overpower…” the author gets down to brass tacks. She offers her, yep, services for $5,000 per month. He counters with $3,000. And the author and her roommates are put-out about the whole thing. Not because of the, you know, prostitution but because the offer was too low. There’s an old story about Winston Churchill that’s applicable here (first paragraph).
At any rate, the bottom line, the author laments is that despite her education (and that of her friends), there is a lot more money to be made on one’s back. And according to her estimates, it could be in excess of $100,000. Maybe this would be an acceptable second job for someone that works for a nonprofit, it beats working at Coyote Ugly (either the bar or movie). It looks like Hall & Oates were onto something, "You can rely on the old man's money."