Chris Williamson and his guests discuss a failed “dating advertising campaign” by a Silicon Valley tech executive.
The New York Post provides more insight.
Hey Kenji, being our resident Silicon Valley source, do tell us what she did wrong.
Chris Williamson and his guests discuss a failed “dating advertising campaign” by a Silicon Valley tech executive.
The New York Post provides more insight.
Hey Kenji, being our resident Silicon Valley source, do tell us what she did wrong.
Reminds me of a brief period I had on the mature dating scene. Had a dating app message from a (self-declared) Microsoft millionaire gal who wanted me to drive down the five hours to visit her and do a weekend test drive, including specifically the bedroom. Told her I could not leave my young kids alone that long and that was that. As the common saying goes, “The sweetness of low price never equals the bitterness of poor quality.” Not to say that I never think about the fun I might have had.
For her? The best I can do is a bucket of pucks and a dirty jockstrap.
May I suggest she’s chosen the WRONG relationship track. Judging by all the hawwwt 30-something milfs I see at our local Whole Foods … she missed the ‘Trophy Wife’ track … and now has aged out of her sexually desirable years ( that’s nature talking, not my misogyny). Sorry. All that’s left for her now are super-geeks and poseurs in skinny jeans ordering their chai boba tea.
Why do these guys have this vocal fry beta male voice? Christ, nobody I know around here talks like that.
In these days of AI, you’d think they could change things so they at least sounded like men.
You have reminded me of truly one of the greatest clips on the internet.
https://youtu.be/rHHt-tYS2es?si=C_mughX1Vy9_o493
Still no word on what she has to offer to a potential suitor.
Let me guess … she likes travel … long walks on the beach … and a man who’s a good listener.
Oh! You asked what SHE could OFFER? Nevermind … that’s not part of her “deal”.
Nothing.
Dating sites can be great entertainment!
GYM loves Grindr.
soooooo Ms LeBlanc . . . . . drew a blank?
I live in New Jersey and the quality of women here is sub basement level 73. But they think they’re level Windows on the World.
I sold my McIntosh MC352 amplifier to a tech bro at Faquebook in Menlo Park. I delivered it to him at the Faquebook HQ. He gave me a pass to get in … and I literally wheeled the 150lb amp down the corridor maze of the Facquebook offices on a wheeled piano dolly.
Two things have stuck in my mind about my entre’ to this tech Mecca …
1) Everyone appeared to be in conference rooms … dozens of em … all apparently group collaborating and whatnot.
2) Young, hot women. The halls, offices, cubicles, and conference rooms were wall-to-wall HOT young women. It’s almost as if Zuckerberg … hires eye candy.
Sounds awesome. One of my first jobs was as a lifeguard, then the assistant manager at a swim club a few blocks from my house where I grew up. Half the lifeguards were girls. Fit girls who were on the swim team. Girls who of course wore bathing suits all day. You could flirt with them and they flirted right back. Then there were the MILFs who used to sun themselves in their chairs, all glistening from the Hawaiian tropic lotion they used to lather on. I ended my career working at a corporate headquarters, where most women there were pretty much as miserable and woke as could be (AWFLs) – especially because the HR suite was adjacent to my department (Facilities). It was positively soul crushing. I never knew how good I had it back in the day.
In a related story …
http://www.breitbart.com/pre-viral/2026/09/30/poll-majority-young-democrat-women-blame-men-problems/
I once dated a girl who was vouched for as really hot by a friend of a friend’s cousin. When I picked her up in my compact Ford she first asked me if that was my only car. I told her it was and could tell she was not impressed.
She thought she was a 10 but my rating was a 4.5.
Anyway, I wined and dined her a the fancy resteraunt at the top of the Vancouver Hotel. During the course of the expensive dinner she told me she needed to know how much money I had in my bank account. Well, I took her straight home afterward and just dropped her off. She had the nerve to ask if we could see each h other again sometime. I told her that it probably wouldn’t be on this planet.
Um, the dude she’s after was grabbed years before by someone way hotter and less of an enotional dumpster fire than her. Because that guy- has some options. And she isn’t one of them.