pete98146 wrote:Having sex with low class women is a sure way to ensure the quality ones stay away. <----- Truth!
That is, provided:
1) there are quality women who would be interested in dating me;
2) said women are constantly watching every move of mine and judging it.
Pete, the statement above might sound inspiring and truthful but, by my experience,
it doesn't define my problem.
My problem is not that I date low-class women. My problem is that there are no quality women available to date in sight, at least in my current social set-up. It's true that I have a public profile and meet and interact with a lot of people. Whenever I meet a woman I recognise as quality on all fronts (brains, personality and looks), she is inevitably taken: has a boyfriend, she is engaged, or she is married. The rare ones who are actually available are frankly too unattractive for me to give them a shot. On a few occasions I did try my best to see if my sapiosexual self could take over, and failed.
In short, as I wrote and we all concluded somewhere else: I have too much stress, too little peace of mind and too little time to look for and seriously pursue a quality woman. Yes I can always date the low-hanging fruits off the DIA or Tinder tree: the desperate single mom, the occasional bored/frustrated MILF, the dumb girl from the province. But, unlike what Krad and his stupid stereotypes suggest him, I am long past the stage where I feel excitement in entertaining low-class people. If I ever had the habit of doing the "ciao bella" routine of his imaginary Italian character, which I don't, I just don't have time and state of mind right now.
I am writing this in the NAIA domestic terminal 2. They have a remarkable fast Internet here. For the first time, I tried to book an early morning flight on Friday and a late evening flight on the same day. I got stuck with my client (the largest TV network in the Philippines) until late afternoon to fix a problem, which I did fix. I then lost my flight and had to crush in a Go Hotel for a few hours. I hadn't slept at all the (Thursday) night before because I had a meeting with another client in London for several hours and went straight to the airport to catch said early flight to Manila.
After this couple of posts here, I will continue to write yet another client proposal, which should have been ready on Friday and is now going for Monday. I will arrive in Davao, get changed and go back to the office, as there's a Python developer community event that we are hosting. I was actually supposed to do a session but couldn't finish to prepare it, so that's postponed.
This has been my life for the past days/weeks/months. Did I willingly choose it? No, not at all. But it's happening and I have to face it. There is only me here building this company and, although I have two Filipino partners who are helping me with contacts, leads and opportunities, I have to stand up to all of them and make them happen. They can only be the catalysts, I have to do everything else.
It's frustrating, tiring and soul-crushing, but it comes with its sporadic moments of satisfaction. I was in Manila for the closure of this particular project and had lunch with the head of IT of said TV network, an executive with more than 450 people under him. We discussed about a further project on data integration, the chaos of his native Cebu and the relative peace of Davao and his passion for Ferraris. He thanked me and my tiny pimple of a company for helping his organisation with quite a complex infrastructure scaling task that their staff or resident consultants (IBM) did not have the skills to perform. He promised me to introduce me to the IT executives of the largest power company in the country, asking me to join them for breakfast.
You guys might find it amusing or annoying, that I have come back to HA, after a couple of years of press silence, with a few depressing pleas unworthy a mature man like me. Well, I hope you will all forgive me for using this forum as an outlet for my frustration, like may members do. It's hard to find people who can understand me, let alone provide useful advice (which, as you said on your other post, it
is good to repeat from time to time!).
Thing is, for the past 18 months at least, I have been living in a state of suspended breath. Working my arse off, on limited financial stability and a relatively frugal lifestyle, for the promise of a "full package" of rewards - business/financial success, recognition, a fulfilling social life and, of course, my dream woman - that always seems to beckon far on the horizon and yet vahishes in a puff when I try to grasp it. Every time I have to go back to my routine, resigned that "nope, not time yet", every time more frustrated.
Until, in the past 2 or 3 months, it started to dawn on me that the opportunity cost of this life/business venture of mine has probably been too high, and not worth the hassle,
With hindsight, I could have done what I concluded quite a few posts ago: stay in London on a relatively uneventful but handsomely paid job, save money and sweep the elusive, needle-in-a-haystack quality Filipina off her feet by dragging my weight of a London-living, financially stable mature man. As I said many times before, by coming over here and risking it all on this business, I lost 90% of what might have made me attractive, in fact irresistible, to the kind of woman I would like to get.
I killed the goose who lays golden eggs, and found out she's not made of gold.
You have a way of marketing him in the best possible light 
- here, it's because it's an anonymous online forum which I know well and feel comfortable with. I know it's full of members whose wisdom and wit I trust and I know that, by baring myself naked in front of a large online audience, I expose myself to less than pleasant commentary such as that coming from you, Yick or Adama. But that's OK, everybody has something to contribute and everyone's opinion has something valuable to add.