Friday, January 18, 2013

LOVE: THE LAMBORHINI AND ME

If you are interested in buying a product you are not familiar with and intend to keep for a while (i.e.new TV, computer, car, etc.), youĂ­ll usually judge the level of quality by the price of its competitors. This results in purchasing the higher priced item due to the saying; You get what you pay for. Well it the same with people. Most woman can probably afford 4-5 guys for the price of 1 "Me". Don't believe me? Take a look around seriously...how may guys are single, no kids, have a house, car, money in the bank, handsome, close to their family, no drama, educated, healthy, spiritual, and want to get married and have kids.

I am usually at the  Auto Show every year, and it amazed me, especially a few years back, when the auto industry was having some difficulty selling cars and the salespeople at the show were more eager and hungry for a sale than ever before.  It was like a three ring circus, watching all of them fight to capture your attention so that they can hand you a bag full of information and tell you about their special financing and great deals with cash back if you like what their shiny brochures had to say.  As I walked around, I noticed the exotic car collections, which included Rolls Royce, Ferrari, Lamborghini, etc.  These cars had few salespeople and had most of the crowd standing in awe as they dreamed about one day getting behind the wheel of one of these incredible cars.  They might have even been the reason that most of the people came to the show in the first place.  I thought for sure that with the economy in sad shape and the prices of these exotic cars so high, and manufacturers would be offering special deals on them.  To my surprise, there was no bag full of information, no high-pressure salespeople and not even an attractive and flashy display of brochures around the cars.  Out of all of the exotic cars, I noticed one that summed it all up.  It has sign next to it that read: "At 207 mph, who needs of philosophy?  Meaning, they are not going to give you a special deal or sell you on the new door locking system in the car.


But anyway I really wanted to get a brochure on a Lamborghini, so I drove to one of the dealerships.  Thinking again, that if this is where most of the sales take place, he would make sense to offer some information, considering they are asking for 10 times more money than the average car on the street.  The salesperson said that they did not have any information on the cars, because their image sells themselves.  They are also in no hurry to sell you one of their cars.  So if you cannot afford it, then keep your nose pressed up against the window and dream on!

Would you rather drive a  Lamborghini.($300,000) or a the famous under $4,000 car - Yugo.The bottom line financially is that you paid more than 10 times the average price of a car that has the same four wheels touching the ground as any other car. Well I am the same way. I am the Lamborghini.

I don't need to sell myself. If you can't pay the price of meeting me, then I am too expensive for you. Beside I have all the time in the world. Woman are at their all time beauty high at age 25 and after that they depreciate. Women are the ones with their biological clocks ticking! Women are the ones that need to find a buyer for their depreciating product because it's them against the clock if they want kids. Every woman on the planet lives in fear of the idea that every day they grow older and things on their body are starting to wrinkle and sag. If they didn't, then the cosmetic industry wouldn't exist and plastic surgeons would go broke.  Women know that every day the competition in the Social Marketplace is flooded with women with their young, hot and tight bodies coming into the local nightclub to celebrate their 21st birthdays. So who need to sell who here? Men appreciating with time. I notice with myself...every year. I look better, more confident, more assets, everything.

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