Is it really possible to find a man that’s rich & nice? Do you know what to look for in rich men? Do you know which rich men are ready for commitment? Do you know how to get a man who doesn’t want to commit to actually do it? Do you know what rich men fear? Do you know what they desire?

This guide to dating rich guys is written by a woman, for women – one that has first-hand experience dating rich men – and turning them into husbands (I’ve had three!!!). There are many how-to’s, webpages, articles and resources out there on the internet giving tips and advice about dating rich men online - but when it comes down to it –  if you are hoping to achieve real success dating rich, you want to hear it from an expert – someone who can relate to you and *really* give you some real guidance. Dating rich people is NOT rocket science – however navigating the social scene does require some skill and acumen. It entails a specific way of thinking, and a certain way of acting, that you must first learn about.

 

But FIRST … here’s MY PERSONAL DATING story …

 

I had been working as an assistant for a pretty well known software company. There wasn’t a day that went by where some rich man at the office wasn’t making some remark on how we should go on a date. They just didn’t ‘do it’ for me, to be honest. I didn’t want to ‘date’ those guys. They were all perfectly nice … just … not my type. That job was the start of what would be my experiment into real rich dating. One night – while I was working late – my boss came up to me and asked me if I’d have a glass of wine with him. I said I’d prefer not. He said I’d better … or else. I thought to myself ‘what a dick … I hate him’. I needed the paycheck. So I stayed polite, then left.

The next day, he came up to me and said he was sorry about the night before, and I was a ‘great asset’ to the company. He handed me an envelope. It had 1000$ in it. He said ‘I expect you to keep quiet about last night … not a word to anyone … we can’t expect a director to me … improper … ‘. I took it and I promised myself that I would NEVER step foot into that office again.

That night, I went home. I felt so violated. I didn’t see a way out. I still had to go back to that damned place tomorrow morning? Didn’t I? I mean … did I really need the paycheck? I was the new proud owner of a (shameful) thousand dollars that I’d earned shooting down a rich man for a date …

The next morning, I slept in. Didn’t bother calling-in. I didn’t text anyone either (even though they all texted me). I never went back. I read a book in the bath, and decided it was time for my life to change. I didn’t want a ‘job’ where I could be emotionally and physically molested. I decided that I was going to ONLY meet men with money. Not ‘I have a job money’ … more like ‘My uncle was a Kennedy’ money …

I got a one-way ticket to London with the money my old (read.: wealthy-bastard) boss gave me. When I landed in London, I felt so … renewed. A girl in the right place … where she just wasn’t meant to be. I was looking to get away from that life I had. I wasn’t really looking for anything – for the first time in a long time – I didn’t care about dating or men. I went to a few pubs and booked a hotel. I took a bath and finished my book. And then, I went into town for some dinner.

His name was Fyodor. He kept eyeing me from the cigar lounge. I gave him a quick look, and feeling a little too guilty for being so forward, I glanced back at my glass. By the time I tried to look at him again, he was next to me. We talked and I was impressed with his knowledge of champagne (did you know … Cristal was created in 1876? – I didn’t … ). We went back into his room.

The next day, Fyodor told me to pick up my ‘stuff’ and ‘be gone discretely’. I felt like I had come 1/2 was across the world and I was back to square one.

I thought I was a good judge of character? That I could know anyone as soon as they walked through the door? CLEARLY I was wrong. Every man I DIDN’T want (and any I *really* DID seem to want) turned out to be the same damn thing. I was in that space where I was thinking ‘They all suck … I am going to be single for awhile … and not do anything except hang out’.

I took the TGV to Paris. I was at bar on ‘Les Champs Elysees’ flirting with a guy when she said ‘you can do better’. I was like … ‘ back off bitch’. And she said ‘been there, done that’ with her perfect American accent. Intro: Alice. Alice has been living in Paris for 15 years. She has found love in her second husband (Gilles).

Alice had shown up in Paris and married the first guy she had met. Apparently, Julien was a a rich guy looking to date good looking English women – he also had a ‘penchant’ for violence, which he had never showed before. He had his way with her – and she eventually left him. He ended up in prison and as per (French) law the victim inherited his estate. His estate was enough to get Alice into a ‘circle’ of rich people. These people treated women properly. Alice married a second time and became happy … to a cousin of the prince in Monaco.

 

So back to me? Why did Alice say ‘hi’ … to me?

 

She said ‘hi’ because she saw that I was no longer a pawn in a game. I have been put down by my parents – if I didn’t find someone ‘they’ liked. I have been put down by society – one that seems to think it’s ‘ok’ to treat women like they are ‘meat’. I have been put down by friends that are jealous of the men I’ve dated.

But you know what?

At the end of the day I’m here, and they’re in shitty apartments …

 

I re-invested myself after chatting with Alice. It’s weird – but I felt no pity for myself after that day. Or guilt. I was going to find someone that was going to treat me right, and that wasn’t a fucking car mechanic. Is that wrong? I don’t think so. When men see a chubby girl, they generally discard her. She might be a lovely girl with a vibrant personality. It doesn’t seem to matter. For that same reason, I started discarding poor men when it came to dating. And I built this guide because dating rich men is an art…

My rich dating guide is divided into four core sections. Each section walks you through important principles you should DO and AVOID if finding & dating a rich man is your ultimate goal. The advice about dating rich men gets increasingly more detailed as you move through the guide.

This guide should help you pursue your dreams of a luxurious lifestyle. I’ve done the research for you to help make your experience on dating rich guys graceful, satisfying  (and tasteful), – perhaps even life changing. Dating rich people isn’t just for Hollywood actresses, British royalty, and New York models – it can be for you, too. I can promise you that this guide will change your perspective on life, at a bare minimum.